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The Heart of the Lioness: ☽⋆32⋆☾

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Cairn arched forwards falling to land with a grunt. His knees cracking against the concrete, Brielle pushed harder willing that dreg of fighting power into every rotting crevice of his soul. The power, an extension of her anger and rage, ripped into every nerve burning them and carving into his layers of skin.

There was a rattle of chains as Aelin crawled, metal gauntlets scraping the stone as she moved to where the Lioness stood. A female battering-ram of power that fuelled the rising warmth in the cell. The young Queen of Terrasen tucked herself into the back of Brielle's legs when another bone splintering scream tore from the male writhing on the floor in pain before them.

Vera had began yelling over Cairn's noises of pain as she yanked forcefully at her restraints, biting into her lip to ignore the pain as the metal cut into her wrist. If Brielle was giving them this opportunity she wasn't going to waste it. If she could get to them and get Aelin standing Vera knew Enola would be able to help them. The Pride members would never stray too far from their leader. She turned and gripped to the chain wrapping both arms and planting her feet to the wall trying to rip it out the stone.

The Lioness was unrelenting in her form standing vigil, braced as Aelin hid behind her. Allowing the younger female to catch her breath, trying to recover from the touch of darkness that was Brielle's power.

There was blood blisters exploding off Cairn's skin. Hives of them erupting as Brielle pushed further ignoring the rising heat in her core temperature. Snarling to expose her canines at Cairn when he tried to fight and rise up against her. He had not a single defence as she started imploding blood vessels under his skin. The surface of his flesh was darkening in various hues of purple as the blood began seeping internally around his system.

A low whine building in the air drew her attention, even through the blurring of her vision she could still see Fenrys glued to his space by the entrance. Brielle felt her power flicker when she glanced at him. Fenrys wasn't moving instead staring straight at her. She had anticipated seeing the disgust and fear in his eyes as it shone in everyone else when they witnessed the lengths of her power. But not him, never him.

Her whole body warmed from the inside out, an underlay of heat lining her skin. Blood boiling a sheen of sweat over her arms. The power had begun to wilt when she dragged and demanded more, Even in his wolf form Brielle could read his expressions as clearly as day. His eyes spiked with worry as she turned away from him to meet Cairn's blood shot eyes. She was reaching her limit and the bastard knew it, biding his time for the lingering iron shavings in her system to do their job.

If this was to be it, She was going to give it everything. A flood gate of power bursting she fired the remainder of it at the male, his body contorting to try and relieve the pressure and pain.

Beads of sweat were running down her face , warming her jaw. Eyes sting as the droplets flowed freely. It was becoming difficult to keep her knees straight, muscles tightening and cramping under the effort of keeping herself upright.

"Brielle!" Vera's cry was croaked as she continued fighting the chains imprisoning her to the wall, near bone breaking point, simply in order to reach her Commander, her friend. The lines of the room were all blurring to the same shapes. Brielle felt the muscles tighten and legs buckle but she refused to fall, Even through his pain Cairn began smiling watching her shake with effort, awaiting the final blow of power that would never come.

There was a resounding boom as a body collided into the door, she swayed, vision darkening at the edges as light finally flooded into the room from the entrance, Isaiah stood in the doorway, panting from the effort of pounding the door open, a door which was dented in the shape of a shoulder. He gaped taking in the sight of Brielle, a physical faltering shield to the Queen huddles like a child behind her. Brielle was faintly aware of Cairn's rasp breathless laughter before she finally blacked out.

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Everything was aching beyond recognition. Her bones, nerves, fingers, everything. Every inch of her skin had been stretched too thin to cover her bones. A near blinding pain began to bloom behind her eye, even lifting her eyelids was an effort, little dead weights fighting to keep them close, to keep her blind.

Brielle needed to wake up, Needed to fight.

A hand brushed against her arm, soft and gentle. She knew it was Connall beside her. A realisation that hurts more than it should have. He was her friend, the thing her life gripped to, the raft which allowed her to keep her head above the water.

If it was him beside her and not his twin... Her burn out had been for nothing. A fucking monumental waste of power. Even now, she could feel the sting of the iron in her system, like a parasite leeching her power from deep within her bones. A fatigue that lingered still.

"Bri," His voice was hushed, but it rattled her skull, echoed off the walls surrounding them. Blinking she tried to focus on his form before her, Connall knelt, hand fused to her own, His words brought her jolting back into reality.

Back to feeling everything once more, force you to pay attention. The surface beneath her was solid and cold. Stone. Brielle didn't need her senses with her now to know exactly where she lay.

"Connall..."She squinted at him in confusion, her vision finally focusing enough to see the tears that lace his eyes. "What-"

"I'm sorry. Okay, I need you to remember something for me." His voice was still a whisper as he leaned closer wrapping an arm around her torso. Brielle struggles to sit upright but forces her senses to clear as he slips something cold and small into her hand. Using his hand to clamp her fingers around it.

There were footsteps drawing closer, She heard the shift in his heartbeat, giving way to the obvious scent of panic "Brielle... Don't be moral" He was nodding softly ",Be realistic." He was pulled back from her, catching her stare when he was yanked to stand above her.

Confusion was hammering harder inside her head, pulsing with the pain, a second guard stormed in to roughly grab her above the elbow. Fae and almost ten times her size Brielle couldn't offer up more of a fight beyond the low hiss that left her from the ache in her muscles when he dragged her into the throne room.

Connall had shifted, The Midnight black wolf stalking to sit beside the throne upon which Maeve was already perched, smirking down at Brielle.

"The Lioness..." The queen drawled, pale thin hand coming to stroke down the spine of the owl beside her, Brielle's eyes shifted to meet Enola's gaze, the pale owl blinked at her. I'm okay. Brielle read the statement loud and clear as Maeve stayed oblivious to the Pride member under her own palm.

"After your demonstration earlier. I saw it only fit to give you one of my own."

The guard dumped Brielle, her hand falling out to catch her body before she smacked the stone. Maeve let a satisfied sigh go, leaning back to watch the double doors behind Brielle swing wide. Her heart was hammering faster as she finally turned,

The scents that filled the room, mixing with the blood and panic Brielle tried to rise on weak legs when Fenrys stalked into the room, he glanced at her but couldn't stop walking towards the throne.

A second later, Brielle froze, Cairn walks in dragging a hooded figure, it was a struggle to not look away as Aelin was forced to crawl and stumble before Cairn finally stopped.

He glares sidelong at Brielle, his bloodshot eyes and bruised skin made her smirk, the only bit of hope she had. A hope the bastard was still in pain.

The guard who had dragged Brielle into the area, walked the edges of the room, until he was beside Fenrys, lowering a sword to rest it beside his neck. The blood running through Brielle's veins chilled, panic thundering up into her throat.

"Remove the hood, Cairn" He does so, glowering at Brielle one final time before roughly grasping the top of the hood and ripping it upwards, Aelin swayed from where he held her.

Brielle's lip pulled back, exposing the top row of her teeth and canines. Cairn stilled for a moment before ignoring her once more.

The Lioness watches, struggling to draw breath past the panic formed lump in her airway. Eyes zeroing in on the circle of glass at the foot of Maeve's dais. A display, A demonstration. A punishment for them all.

Fuck.

Brielle planted a hand beneath her, the cold from the stone invading the skin of her palm.

"If you will, Cairn" Maeve gave a relaxed gesture to the ring of shards on the floor, Shining like stars as the light poured in and bounced off the surface of the glass. Brielle fought through the burn of her muscles to rise when a blade dropped to rest against her neck.

It was a hateful instinct to relax in his presence, her own body and mind betraying her to deep rooted trust when Isaiah pushed his dagger into the column of her throat. The year before she was sworn... the world had not been kind to the three of them. Isaiah and- Brielle never mentioned her name these days, or any day since the Golden Death. The trio... had crumbled then and now lay broken.

Isaiah used his free hand to grasp her chin, positioning her head so she was looking across at her own mate, "You move, He dies remember." He gently removes his grip on her face, allowing her head to drop between her shoulders. It was an effort not to cry, had it all been for nothing?

Brielle's attention was snapped back up to Cairn as he shoved Aelin to kneel atop the pile of glass. An ancient crown now resting on her head. Despite the steady breaths Aelin took to keep herself from screaming Brielle couldn't help but notice how... Right the crown looked there, Destined to lay upon Aelin's head of golden hair.

The metallic tang of blood bleeds into the air of the throne room, The shards under Aelin seeping red from the blood she bled onto them. Even from across the room, Brielle could hear the young Queen swallow down her screams, breathing steady as Cairn pushed her down by the shoulder, forcing his weight through her knees on the glass. But still Aelin refused to give them the satisfaction of screaming.

Brielle searched deep, bypassing the iron in her system to drag up a small dreg of her power, extending it to Aelin, The young Queen subtly met her stare when Brielle's magic brushed her legs, blocking the nerve receptors. Numbing her limbs slightly. Brielle watched a tear slide as Aelin let loose a small sigh of relief.

"A pity that there is not a bigger audience to witness this," Maeve smugly looked around the room at the gathering of beings bending into submission before her. "Aelin Fire-bringer, wearing her proper Faerie Queen's crown at last. Kneeling at my feet."

Brielle had to forcefully bite into her own lip to keep herself still, watching as Aelin's shoulders shook, swaying and wincing from the pain the movement caused.

There was a resounding click as Maeve snapped her fingers, grabbing all the attention to her, "Fenrys."

Brielle fought the expression from her face, to hide her emotions as she watched her mate walk towards the queen. Stopping to sit at her feet, Fenrys tilted his head at his brother, Maeve smiled at the sight.

"Connall, you may finally tell your twin what you wish to say" Isaiah twists so Brielle has a full view between the twins interaction. Connall glances to Brielle once, a long second before he shifts back to his fae form, standing tall above Fenrys now.

"Speak freely, Connall." Maeve eases back into her seat on the throne. Brielle caught Enola's stare when the owl ruffled her wings. The look in her spies eyes... She was trying to warn her of something.

"Let your brother know these words are our own and not of my command" Brielle watched with a careful eye, a spies eyes. Tracking every minuscule movement and whisper of the unspoken word. Unease sat itself down in the deepest pit of her stomach, watching as Fenrys was momentarily distracted by looking across to Aelin when Cairn forced her to lean further onto the broken glass.

"You brought this upon yourself," Fenrys shifts his attention back to his twin, the pit in Brielle's stomach plummets. What was Connall saying? Did he know what Maeve was planning before they were dragged in here.

"Your arrogance, Your unchecked recklessness– Was this what you wanted?" Some part of her wishes Connall might just look at her so she could know for herself. That these were not Maeve's own words. Hoping beyond all hope Connall was being forced to say such a thing. Each word is a whipping of its own brutal nature. But without looking across to her, Connall continued.

"You couldn't let me have this– have any part of this for myself. You took the blood oath not to serve our Queen, but so you couldn't be bested by me for once in your life." He stops, Fenrys' heart with it, Connall takes a second for a laugh that was more of a breathless pant of air as he looked skyward to the stone ceiling rising high above them.

"You were even mated to the one female I ever truly loved. And still you couldn't give me this." The revelation reverberated through her. Through the room that even Maeve sat forward in interest.

Brielle stopped breathing when Connall finally glanced at her, Conviction and undying truth shone there, I'm sorry, He mouthed to her. She was going to throw up. All this time...

Fenrys had tilted his head, had felt the shift in her presence, Following his twin's stare. The white wolf growled low in the back of his throat, it drew Connall's attention away from his mate.

Simply by watching the wolf, Brielle knew he was readying himself for the verbal lashing sure to ensue from his brother, readying to weather it in order to keep his brother's attention on him and off of her.

"You are a disgrace to our family, to this kingdom. You whored yourself to a foreign Queen, and for what? I begged you to control yourself when you were sent to hunt Lorcan. I begged you to be smart. You might as well spat in my face."

The words rippled and grated Brielle's skin, watching Fenrys' flinch at Connall's words. She was going to speak with Connall once this was over. No one spoke to Fenrys like that, not in a situation like this, not even his own twin brother.

Maeve was watching on in amusement when Fenrys made a low sound, resembling a snarl, the unspoken language between the brothers. Connall snorts, jerking his head back in offence, "Leave? Why would I ever want to leave" For the briefest of seconds, Connall let his gaze slip back to Brielle held in place by Isaiah.

"And for what? That? " Connall points to where Aelin is still knelt on the glass. "No Fenrys I will not leave. And neither will you." A low whine was the only response Fenrys could muster.

"That will be all, Connall" Despite their friendship and the blood oath still restricting him, Brielle felt sick at the rush of resentment that flooded her when Connall obeyed with ease. Shifting to sit beside his Queen once more. Following the blood oath had never been easy for her, he made it look so simple it was sickening. Maeve repositions herself on the throne.

"You know how quickly this can end, Aelin." Brielle glanced at the young Queen. She was breathing slowly, chest rising and falling on rhythm, with her eyes closed over.

"Tell me where you hid the Wyrdkeys, swear the blood oath..." Brielle wanted to sob at the memory of when she bound herself to Maeve, she was a shell, a mirror to Aelin now. "The order doesn't matter, I suppose" At those words Aelin finally opened her eyes, swaying she lifts her bound hands, throwing the most vulgar gesture she could at Maeve. The Queen's smile tightened barely enough to be noticeable.

"Cairn." At the command he puts even more force into pushing her down on top of the glass. Aelin finally caved. Her scream ripped through the skies and rattled the bones of Brielle's skull. Trying to rise Brielle was forced back down by Isaiah, Fenrys growls from the side.

"Very well, Cairn" Cairn relieved the pressure on Aelin and Brielle fought the instinct to crawl towards the queen to aid her friend. Aelin was panting trying to even out her breathing as she bowed over her knees planting her head to the floor.

"My eyes told me an interesting tidbit of information this morning " A sour taste bled through Brielle's mouth. Those resources might have come from her people.

"An account that you were currently in Terrasen and readying the little army you gathered for war you and Prince Rowan and my two disgraced warriors along with your usual group" Aelin didn't respond refusal to believe her words. They were coming she knew it but the vacant expression on Aelin's face... she was slowly losing faith.

"Useful, to have a shapeshifter to play your part as queen, Though I wonder how long the ruse can last without your special gifts to incinerate Morath's legions. How long until the allies you collected start asking why the fire-bringer does not burn." Maeve was relaxed, ignoring all else as she conversed with Aelin.

"I do not wish to wipe away this world, as Erawan does, I like Erilea precisely the way it is. I always have." – "I have seen many wars. Sent my warriors to fight in them, end them"

Brielle ignores Cairn's stare as he glances sidelong to watch her, his skin is still battered black and blue from the reminents of her power, despite his attempt to stifle it.

"I have seen how destructive they are. The very glass you lay on comes from one of those wars, you know" Brielle stilled, swaying to angle her head down and stare at the glass under Aelin's legs. Soaking in blood, the glass was a pinical point for Brielle to focus until she glanced up.

Connall was unblinking, in a way so unnerving Brielle paused all thought to return it. His eyes shifted to glare at the glass before flicking to her hand. Subconsciously, she tightened her hand around the object he had placed in her grasp before they were dragged into this room.

"From the glass mountains in the south. They were once sand dunes, but dragons burned them to glass during an ancient and bloody conflict." When Brielle snapped her gaze back to Connall, he had already turned away.

Brielle hardly notes the small hum of amusement Maeve emits as her heart hammers harder, unable to keep her gaze from flicking back to the glass, to the fire which had created it. The aerial beasts who had perished, their fire extinguished. Fire-bringers like Aelin.

It's a struggle to think around the all consuming thoughts. Was Connall thinking the same thing she was now? What else does he know? He avoids her stare all throughout as Maeve lavishes in the refreshments brought out to her on platers.

"I'm growing tired of this," Brielle had to focus now, forcing herself to do so. Maeve leans forwards sharply on the throne. The lioness doesn't miss the movement of Enola as the spy flaps her wings.

"Do you believe, Aelin Galathynius, That I will not make the sacrifices necessary to obtain what I seek?"

The world stills as Aelin lifts her stare, paling as she glances at the smirk displayed full frontal on Maeve's expression. "Allow me to demonstrate," The queen lowers her attention to the dark haired warrior at the side of her throne. "Do it."

Even at the side of the room, Brielle spots her mates eyes widening in panic. As Connall drew one of the knives from off the length of his belt, she began fighting,

"Don't-" The words were a whisper, barely making it from her lips as Connall stills standing above his brother. Fenrys growls low, full body shaking as he stares up at his twin, ear twitching at the sound of Brielle fighting to stand beside him.

"Don't" she pleads this time, If he ever felt anything towards her as he claims he does. Surely he would fight this oath for her. It was the only rational thought she clung to at the sight of her mate in danger, his life laid thin in the space before them. But Connall still did not look at her, nor acknowledge her plea.

Maeve's smile widened as she strokes down Enola's spine, Watching the chaos unfold before her, the owl fighting the urge to flap her wings.

Brielle ripped a shoulder forwards as a second pair of hands grabbed her, fighting her back down to her knees, "Don't. You fucking Coward!" She spat the words, willing every ounce of anger behind them, A slither of her magic thrummed in the air. Maeve sat forwards a hand flicking to extinguish it from existence. But all eyes were finally on her. Both of the Moonbeam brothers turned to watch her.

Connall flinched at her words. But Brielle couldn't care, only watching Fenrys, willing him to fight, to move to safety.

"Please" her voice broke as Isaiah and the second guard grunted, a joint effort to collapse her down using body weight to muscle her to the ground. The only way to keep her still.

"I'm sorry..." Connall's voice was low, almost inaudible through the hammering of her own heart as an involuntary hand raised the knife between them. Fear spikes, spurring like dagger into her side, fighting harder to move against her old friends. For all of one second Isaiah loosened his grip, contemplating allowing her the freedom to save her mate. The same courtesy Brielle had once offered him.

As the light glimmers off the knife, Brielle's scream is coupled with Cairn's laugh as the blade is driven down. Brielle refusing to watch, squeezed her eyes shut, awaiting the pain of the bond being ripped from within her. A bond which had tethered her to Fenrys since the day they met in Vallen when she was a shell of nothing drifting in existence.

He had brought her back. Held her together when she threatened to crack and had given her the love that even she did not believe to be deserving of.

Aelin screams as a body collapses to the ground. The weight hits the tiled floor with an all resounding thump.

A warmth, a bond thrums strong, a pulse of life feeding her. Snapping her eyes open her attention darts to Fenrys, he is standing now clawing at the floor towards...

Connall was collapsed on the floor, a seeping pool of blood flowing from where the knife was embedded into his chest. A chest which was stuttering to rise.

There was a squawk from Enola as the owl flaps her wings in horror, watching with everyone else as Connall struggled to draw breath. Fenrys was whining, claws marking the tiles as he fought the oath keeping him in place.

Cairn laughs loudly when Connall glances to Brielle, bloodied hand outstretched, A finger subtly pointed to her. Brielle sobs against the floor, her breath restricted from where the guard still knelt on her back. Connall spluttered blood, choking on it as he pointed at.. not at her but her hand. Where she still clutched tightly to whatever he had given her. When he flicked her a soft smile Brielle stilled. Hand limping against the tiles as Connall looked to the air above him, eyes squeezing shut in pain as he clutched the knife in his chest.

"You tainted something that belonged to me, Aelin Galathynius and now it must be purged." The room is still, growing cold the moment Connall's chest falls, and does not rise again.

Fenrys' howl is hollow and void of its usual warmth. A mournful sound which splits the air in the room, Cascading down Brielle's spine as she sobs into the stone tiles.

There is a clatter as Aelin slumps forward, the crown falling from her head.

"There is no one here to help you." Maeve shifts her stare to watch Brielle. "This night serves as a punishment for her as much as a reminder for you. No one is coming for you"

Brielle panted, tears pooling under her face, cooling her cheek. She stares at Aelin still slumped, from this angle Brielle watched as Aelin curls a hand around one of those glass shards.

"Think on it. Think on this night, Aelin" Maeve gives a quick snap of her fingers, "We're done here" At the dismissal, Cairn wraps his hand around the chains, Lifting Aelin as he does.

It is at that moment the young queen strikes, twirling to stab a shard of glass into the side of Cairn's neck. As he drops her body to the ground, hands shift to clutch his throat. Staggering back, swearing as he does.

Aelin spun on the glass, grabbing another piece Brielle was let go, the second guard races to detain Aelin, he isn't fast enough to stop her as she hurls a second piece of glass at Maeve.

It arches through the air, it catches Maeve's cheekbone before clattering down the side of the throne. Enola screeches finally lifting off the back of the throne to hover in the air.

Guards grab Aelin, as Maeve throws herself off the dias, "You little bitch"

Brielle can't help the laugh she lets lose into the stone, despite the pain lingering through her chest, As Aelin allows herself to be dragged back, smiling with truipmh, Unyeilding, as they lift her entirely and walk back towards the cells. Cairn glowers at Brielle as he stalks after them, hand holding his neck from where he has already ripped the shard free.

Brielle twisted her head, watching Maeve as she glanced down at her own hand, peering down to the blood marring her fingers. She caught onto Brielle's attention, dropping her hand and walked down the couple steps from the dias.

Waving a pale hand, "Get her up."

Isaiah lifts Brielle with ease, hand gripping her arms, pulling her to stand on feet that throbbed. Swaying at Maeve's eye level when the Queen ventured away from the dias to stop before her.

Brielle could feel herself shaking in Isaiah's hold, Maeve cast her stare up and down over the quiver in her body. Brought on not from fear, but instead anger, a storm deep rooted and waiting for the turn in tides. Maeve settled on staring her in the eyes, smirk marring her lips.

"Tread lightly girl, There are still ways to make you kneel." At her words, the scent of blood began to perfume into the air, Connall's blood. The queen cast her attention over her shoulder shifting just enough to provide Brielle a glimpse of where his body lay, growing cold against the floor.

Maeve turned to brush back a strand of her hair, flicking it over her shoulder. The smirk Brielle had worn for Aelin was long gone. Forced to face reality. A reality which no longer had Connall, a reality where they were all still caged.

"If you had contained yourself, he would still be alive right now." Maeve shifts so Brielle has a full view of the brothers on the ground, her hands shook at her side at the sight of Fenrys... of Connall. Her lip quivered and she looked away to hide the tears that slid down her cheek.

The pointed tips of Maeve's nails dug into her face when the queen grabbed her jaw, Forcing her head to turn back, forced to watch her mate and his dead twin.

"He would still have his twin brother." the world was shattering, the ground feeling soft and uneven under her feet. The only grip to stay standing was Isaiah's hold still unwavering at her back, for a second, Brielle felt him offer a soothing rub of his thumb along the bone of her elbow.

She must have mistaken it...

The metallic scent of blood was sickening, and Maeve finally let go of her grip. Pain flickered across Brielle's jaw, vaguely aware of the deep scratch the queen left behind with her nails. Isaiah shuffled back as Maeve began to circle the Lioness. He gave Maeve the space to lean into Brielle's side, twirling a strand of her golden hair with a pale finger.

"I must thank you. For opening the opportunity and allowing me to show the fire-bringer the lengths I might go." Her stomach rolled, feeling the closeness of Maeve's breath. The queen sighed staring out across to Connall.

This time Brielle couldn't fight her stare away this time. Fenrys was laid flat, sprawled on the floor, exhausted from fighting to get closer to his brother. The pool of blood had begun to spoil the whiteness of his fur, If only she hadn't attacked Cairn...

"He is going to stain the tiles." Maeve rounded and patted Brielle on the cheek, she was so focused on watching her mate she barely acknowledged the touch, only felt the light sting it left behind.

Maeve was leisurely stalking back to the dias, "Clean this mess up would you?"

Fenrys was going to hate her... She couldn't look at him. She got his brother killed. It was as if it was her hand that held that dagger. His blood on her hands.

Maeve had made it back to the dias turning to sit down, waiting to watch as Brielle and her mate cleaned up the mess. Being responsible for moving his body.

The hand that guided her towards Connall trembled when they held her. Isaiah refused to speak, say anything. Brielle repulsed at the touch, at the sight he helped her to. She was so focused on the rhythm of her feet moving closer still, oblivious to the sympathetic expression her ex spy watched her with, her spy who's name was gifted to him for his acts. The Loyal. Here he was now aiding in her maltreatment.

Maeve watched them, eyeing up the ex-spy with excitement, "Go get me more refreshments. Betrayer."

He flinches at the name, and Brielle turns slightly to meet his stare, avoiding the pained expression on his face, he ignores her shaking his head and moves from the room. Brielle met Enola's stare when she turned slowly, nodding subtly as she turned to kneel beside Connall.

Fenrys had already shifted out of the body of the white wolf. Had crawled the final space separating him from his brother, knelt beside him now. Brielle almost wept when he tilted his head back and met her stare, She couldn't give Maeve more satisfaction in seeing her cry, even though all she wanted to do was weep at the sight of her mate's face.

"Fen..." It was obvious he was beyond the point of caring for Maeve as tears brimmed his eyes. He shifted to be at her side, silently taking in the comfort her presence offered. He glanced down at Connall's face, his own in many ways. Stayed silently staring at his twin for a long while,

Brielle's heart cinched when he reached, brushing two fingers over Connall's face, offering the respect of closing his eyes over one last time. Brielle watches Fenrys work up the courage to turn his attention to the knife in his brother's chest. Rubbing a hand into Fenrys' leg as he hesitated to reach for the blade. After a few seconds of his struggling, Brielle finally took hold on one of his hands, giving it a tight squeeze she offered the most gentle of smiles she could as she stilled her own nerve and turned to pull the knife from Connall's chest.

When she finally did raise her own hands, she halted, noticing how deathly still the air was. How foreign it looked for his chest to not be rising, A tear slid as she reached over. One hand clasped the hilt, an unknown feeling caged, locking itself into her chest. She didn't want her hand to touch him, didn't want to disturb or cause more damage than she already had.

Pulling on the knife lightly, she paused when it caught resistance in his chest. Wrapping her shaking fingers around it she tried again, it still did not budge, tears began to sting and putting the object in her other hand down beside her leg she hovered the hand over his chest. Flexing her fingers nervously she placed it against him.

Already gone was his warmth, gone was the beating pulse of his heart. She didn't want to hurt him further, time seemed to still around them and she baited with her own breath, blood turning to ice in her veins, paralysing her entirely. In fear she would hurt him somehow if she moved.

A hand rose to clasp around her own, tilting her head sideways, suddenly realizing she was crying softly. Brielle blinked through the tears to stare at Fenrys. Her mate nodded softly, before he averted his attention back to the knife they both now held.

Leaning on to depend on one another for strength to pull the blade free. It sat between them in silence, Brielle taking the blade to rest it in her lap.

"This isn't your fault" Fenrys was the first of them to break the silence. His voice- To hear it. Brielle couldn't bring herself to breath past the lump in her throat, hand tightening around the hilt of the dagger, Fenrys smoothes his hand into her free one. They hadn't spoken beyond a few quick exchanges since their argument in the marshes. When he had first found out about her death command.

Since then she had spent many nights being comforted by the bond between them, allowing it to enrapture her in its embrace imagining his arms wrapping around her body, a blanket of safety. A bond which could have been severed today, and it would have been her fault.

Fenrys leaned closer, using his own free hand to wipe away one of her tears and push his forehead to her own, Brielle closed her eyes grasping so tightly to his hands, she was sure bones would be broken.

Fenrys shifted slightly, staring down to their hands, the ability to finally connect with her. His brow furrowed when his attention landed on the object Brielle had placed between them. Brielle followed his line of sight, frowning down at the small thing Connall had slipped to her.

"That's the key to his room." His voice was hushed, eyes casting to stare at the queen who looked bored and rested back in her seat. Fenrys shook his head, glancing at the key Brielle had picked up once more, "I don't understand."

Brielle fought to keep her expression from collapsing, "I do." She knew her mate listened but she directed her attention to Connall, smiling as she cried softly, "I understand" Plucking the courage to reach for his hand and fighting the urge to retract her grip at the coldness she met in his touch.

She had to be realistic. No more morals. For Connall.

Taking half a second to savour the final time she would ever hold his hand, a new spark of anger branching off from her core. Tucking the dagger into the side of her boot, she slipped the key into her pockets as Fenrys shuffled to be at Connall's other side. Sliding his arms under his body in preparation for lifting his twin off the tiles.

"I know you well enough. Tell me you have a plan?" Through the guilt he broke as he grunted lifting Connall in once swift movement upwards. Brielle rose with them. Even after all of this, after everything that occurred tonight, Fenrys relished in the grin his mate sent his way.

"Of course. It's a mad one. But I have nothing else" Brielle could feel him studying her face as he took in her words.

"I'll promise to be safe." She tried to ignore how limp Connall was in her mates arms. It was a struggle to look away, only turning to distract herself as Isaiah finally returned with Maeve's refreshments.

The queen turned her gaze away from them to receive her drink,

Brielle leaned close, "I'm going to get us out." she lowered her tone, "Keep Aelin going and.." she paused, Fenrys continued to study her,

Adding softly, "Vera is still alive."

She did note how he chose his words carefully. Unable to say she was okay or unarmed. The thought made Brielle's skin crawl.

It was all she needed as Maeve rose and began demanding they continue, her focus no longer on her drink. Accepting this may be one of the few times Brielle saw Fenrys for a while she savoured the sights and scent of him, holding to it tightly and locking the memories away inside her.

A pang in her chest erupted when he moved to leave the room. A maid, one of the few left in the castle brought some rags and bubbly water into the room, at Maeve's gestures she left it on the ground at Brielle's feet.

Slowly she blinked her stare back to the queen, Maeve raised a single eyebrow before gesturing to the blood soaking the tiles.

Kneeling once more, Brielle took the rag into her hands and got to work.

Brielle screamed as she cried, throwing piles of papers from her desk. Using her arm in one swift sweeping motion to launch everything from the surface. Gripping to the underside she yanked upwards, flipping the desk onto its side.

Turning and grabbing fistfuls of the curtains, screaming she violently yanked them free from where they were bolted to the stone wall.

Rage was coursing, jackhammering in her chest,

Connall was gone. Dead. Never coming back.

Breathing was a challenge, knees buckling under the weight of her own body. Collapsing onto a heap on the floor Brielle screamed the sound of a rasp from the pain blooming in her throat. A single tear slid. Despite the hour she had spent scrubbing her hands raw, even now she could still feel his blood coating them. Just like in Vallen.

There was a clatter by the wind-sill, grabbing a throwing knife from off her thigh, Brielle spun in one movement on the floor and threw it at the sound.

Enola shifted sideways, catching the blade as it flew past her head.

"Seven Hells!" Brielle gasped, covering her mouth as Enola's wide eyes met hers.

"I never-" she couldn't help but gawk, "You know I'd never."

Enola's gaze softened, sighing as she weighs the knife in her hands, walking in slowly she lowers herself beside her leader. Sitting down on the ground, she stayed silent holding the knife into the space between them.

Brielle carefully took it, holding it in her lap she began to cry softly as the realisation smacked her. She had almost harmed one of her own. Holding a hand to stifle the sound of her sobs, she falls into Enola's lap when the other female pulls her into her embrace.

Wrapping both arms around the Lioness and rocking their bodies together, rubbing soothing circles into her leaders lower back.

They sat together as Brielle cried, sat until her sobbing died down and she relaxed as Enola stroked her fingers through her hair. A comfort Brielle hadn't felt in so long that the touch felt foreign.

"I sent the letters out." Brielle sat up, moving from her spy's hold to look her in the eye.

"It should reach Regan in two nights." Brielle could have sobbed at the relief that flooded her. It was a risk for Enola to send letters. She was the one out of them who could. Cairn monitored everything Brielle did near the courier's and runners who got the letters out. Maeve had already ordered the deaths of those Brielle' trusted to use in her spy court. They had all gotten out of Doranelle before they met their untimely ends.

"How do we know world-walking is the way to go..." Despite her straight to point words, Brielle could see the hesitancy written on Enola's expression.

Brielle gripped her hand around Enola's. "We must have faith in one another. Trust. Regan and the others know what they're doing." Even if the thoughts made her feel sick, Brielle had to trust her spies. Each one of them had their own networks and individual things that made them valuable. She had taught each and every one of them to harness those skills, sharpening them into weapons so deadly she knew they could take care of themselves. Even if they weren't in this world. Regan was no different.

Brielle nodded, rationalising her thoughts, she pulled the key from her pocket. It was something she had been dreading, but knew the importance it held. The last memories of speaking to Connall, he had given her this...

he slips something cold and small into her hand. Clamping her fingers around it.

Tightening her hand around the key. Brielle finally stood, Enola watched her studying her Commanders expression warily before rising slowly,

"What are you going to do?"

Brielle met her stare, "I'm going to be realistic." Or find out whatever he wanted her to know.

Enola nodded in thought, eyeing up the key in her Commanders hand, The breeze blowing in gently from the open window, its curtains heaped on the floor before them, "I best get back before Maeve goes looking for me."

Even at her words, Brielle could see the disdain on her spy's expression, of all these years Brielle had been avoiding the queen. Enola had been on her shoulder bearing witness to all the abuse she ruled out in her court.

"I'm sorry for everything." Brielle tucked the key back to its place in her pocket, reaching to clasp Enola's hands. "I will get us all out."

Despite the conviction she forced into her words, she couldn't forgo the helplessness she felt at the wary expression Enola wore, as though she solely believed she was destined to be beside the queen for the rest of her immortal lifespan.

"I would care if you just got yourself out." Enola's words were soft, almost inaudible. "Probably do more good that way." she glances down, fidgeting with her fingers.

"You know I can't just-"

"I know." she nodded, finally looking back up, pulling her hands from her own, Enola moved to the window. Turning over her shoulder before climbing over the banister of the balcony. "Just make her pay."

As Enola shifted and flew over the edge, Brielle straightened up and turned for the door. The suffering of Maeve was the only thing she could promise anyone anymore.

Pulling herself into the hallway she grasped the key tightly as she moved down the narrow way towards Connall's shut bedroom door. There was no point waiting right now, no amount of tie would or could bring him back, even if she hoped to find him waiting inside for her. Waiting to make some flirtatious comment towards her. How she hadn't seen it before..

Pushing the key into place, Brielle stayed in the doorway as she swung the door open. It creaked loudly, across the silence of the now empty quarters they all used to share. It was like ringing a church bell across a sleeping city.

Stepping in instantly, she fought to keep herself breathing, eyes darting around his room, to the glasses of water left on his bedside, to the ruffled pillows laid half-haphazardly at where he had slept. His ornamental daggers displayed across the room, a tear slide as she eyes up the collection she had gathered for him over the years. She stills at the pile of neatly placed objects on the chest, positioned at the end of his bed.

She stills at the pile of neatly placed objects on the chest, positioned at the end of his bed.

Taking careful steps further into the room, Brielle stopped before the chest. Leaning to inspect the array of things left behind by Connall.

The piles were organised into sections of loose pages. Books. Scrolls and maps.

Picking up one of the loose pages, she began to scan its contents. The context of the parchment made her stomach roll. Dropping it to pick up a couple extra pieces of text, her eyes began to scan faster and faster darting back and forth across each page.

Heart hammering. Picking up one of the books, she turned it over slowly. The leather bound book was old, the pages inside barely holding together in the bindings. Running a hand down, Brielle felt the engraving in the pictures. An ancient beast drawn into the leather itself.

The Ancient fire-breathing beast was depicted onto the front, the pages giving locations and information. Brielle moved to sit on the corner of his bed, the scent of him still lingering on the sheets.

The book dropped from her hand, as Brielle slowly began to realise what it was Connall had done. He had been the one to source the Dragon glass Aelin had knelt on. Maeve had given him the task... and in doing so...

Connall had wanted her to be realistic. No more morals. He had left it all here for her— Knew she could figure it out.

And she had called him a coward of all things, he walked into that room knowing he was going to die and yet had left her this. No cowardly act in sight. Brielle breathed in sharply to fight the rising bile back down.

This changes everything, Brielle quickly begins to gather all the resources, pilling them into her arms, as many as she could carry in one trip.

Even in his death he may have just given her the upper hand to help Aelin win this war.

The Lioness glanced around his room, its owner destined to never return, and yet he had ensured she would have everything she needed.

She stills as she nears the door, the open window at the edge of the room made her pause, melodic sound poured in gathering all her attention. From somewhere deep in the city she could hear singing, A mournful sound which prickled her skin like the first lick of winters frigid touch.

A reminder for those they had lost. A song played as a reminder for those she had lost. Taking a quiet second to herself, this was all the mourning she could afford to give herself so she took one final glance around his room. A tribute to the memory of him.

Turning away quickly Brielle began to rush back to her room, away from the agony in her chest, The Lioness had lots of planning to do and little room to mourn.

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mashenkatales · 1 month ago

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‎‧₊˚✧ Katya Dostoevskaya ✧˚₊‧

Ты убегаешь, Но ты вернёшься назад. Всё потому, Что ты - кукла, кукла.

(You're running away,

But you'll come back.

All because, you are a doll, a doll.)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name:

: ̗̀➛ Ekaterina “Katya” Tainova- Dostoevskaya

(Екатерина «Катя» Таинова- Достоевская)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Age:

: ̗̀➛ 15

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gender: Female

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Species: Human

• Affiliation: DoA, Bleeding Heart

Orphanage

• Occupation: N/A

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Family:

: ̗̀➛ Vera Dostoevskaya (mother)

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor Dostoevsky (uncle)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Likes:

: ̗̀➛ Classical films and theater

: ̗̀➛ piano music

: ̗̀➛ floral scents

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dislikes:

: ̗̀➛ medical procedures

: ̗̀➛ physical vulnerability

: ̗̀➛ Being compared to others

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• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ability

: ̗̀➛ Ability: “Mashenka (Машенька)

Katya’s ability, "Mashenka," allows her to control and animate inanimate objects, primarily creating highly advanced puppets that serve as her extensions in the world. These puppets, once animated, behave as if they are living beings, carrying out her will with great precision and autonomy. Due to her inability to walk, Katya uses this ability to navigate life from behind the scenes, operating through her creations while rarely showing her true self.

1. Primary Puppet (The Marionette): Katya’s most lifelike and elaborate puppet is a replica of herself, crafted down to the smallest detail. It moves, speaks, and behaves exactly like a real person, allowing her to interact with others seamlessly. This puppet acts as her physical stand-in, ensuring that few people ever know that Katya herself is disabled.

{One of us has more freedom than the other.}

2. Doll Army: Katya can create and control a variety of puppets, ranging from small, simplistic dolls used for spying or minor tasks, to more elaborate creations capable of combat or strategic operations. While her puppets can operate independently to a degree, they are still bound to her will and drain her energy the more she uses them.

{Let’s just say I can be in more places than one… in a very real way.}

3. String of Control: Katya doesn’t physically need to be near her puppets to control them. Invisible "strings" connect her to her creations, allowing her to direct them from a distance. However, if the connection is severed, the puppet becomes inanimate and useless until Katya repairs the link.

4. Secret Identity: Katya remains hidden behind the identity of her primary puppet. Only a few people have ever seen the real Katya, as she operates almost entirely through her dolls. This has allowed her to maintain a life of secrecy, manipulating situations from the shadows. Very few know that the "Katya" they deal with is actually a mere puppet, controlled by the real Katya from behind the scenes.

{It’s better that no one knows the real me. I can do stuff that Mother probably wouldn’t approve of..}

•✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Backstory ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

: ̗̀➛ Katya grew up in the Bleeding Heart Orphanage, run by Ougai Suiren, Mori Ougai’s twisted sister. Born with a spine defect that left her almost entirely unable to walk.

Unknown to Katya, she is a clone of Vera’s deceased daughter, Kira, who died in a tragic accident years ago. Vera, unable to cope with her daughter’s loss, partnered with Suiren to create Katya as a "replacement." However, Katya has no knowledge of her true origins and believes she is an ordinary orphan.

At one point, Suiren planned to perform a surgery to "fix" Katya’s legs and give her the ability to walk properly. However, Vera had no intention of allowing this. Wanting to keep Katya dependent on her, Vera ordered Suiren to sabotage the surgery, ensuring that Katya remained unable to walk without assistance. This left Katya trapped in her condition, utterly reliant on her ability to create puppets to move and function.

Now living with Vera, Katya remains completely unaware of her true heritage. Vera constantly manipulates her, reminding Katya that no one else would ever want her and that she should be grateful Vera is raising her. This psychological abuse has left Katya deeply insecure and convinced that Vera is her only lifeline.

While she projects confidence and control through her puppets, Katya struggles with her self-worth, unable to shake the feeling that she’s just a replacement for someone else. Still, she keeps her true self hidden, using her puppets as both a shield and a weapon in a world where she feels increasingly out of control.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Other Information

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Playlist: TO BE ADDED

‎‧₊˚✧External Links✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧TO BE ADDED✧˚₊‧

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@happy--prince

@myluckymoon

@paintedgrilledcheese

@animelovingmultistan

The traumatized 15 year old!!

#‎‧₊˚✧🎻Katya✧˚₊‧#ׂ╰┈➤ bsd oc #ׂ╰┈➤bungou stray dog #ׂ╰┈➤ original character #ׂ╰┈➤bsd rp

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crimson-dahliaa · 1 month ago

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“Make you addicted, you can't tell pain from love. It's all for you.” “(On that vague border between good and bad)”

“Trick and take everything from you.” TW: This blog will contain sharp objects like needles, descriptions of things like surgery, manipulation, child manipulation (kind of) etc

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name: : ̗̀➛ Ougai Suiren (鴎外水蓮)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name Meaning:

: ̗̀➛ Suiren 水蓮 (すいれん) – “water lotus” (from 水, sui meaning “water,” and 蓮, ren meaning “lotus”)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Age:

: ̗̀➛ 28

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gender: Female

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Species: Human

• Affiliation: Bleeding Heart Orphanage

• Occupation: Doctor (specifically surgeon but she does other doctor stuff), orphanage head

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Family:

: ̗̀➛ Ougai Mori (Older brother)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Likes: : ̗̀➛ Medical Texts : ̗̀➛ Dark Humor

: ̗̀➛ Children (IN A NOT CREEPY WAY.)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dislikes:

: ̗̀➛ Chaos and Disorder : ̗̀➛ Weakness

: ̗̀➛ Sentimentality

•✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Backstory ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

: ̗̀➛ WIP

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(Ability info below I just wanted to use this)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ability

: ̗̀➛ Crimson Whisper

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Details and uses:

: ̗̀➛ Suiren possesses the power to implant thoughts and feelings in others through whispered words, creating a deep, emotional connection that is both intoxicating and dangerous. Her whispers can inspire both devotion and guilt, leading her targets to become entwined in her psychological games.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚Mechanics

: ̗̀➛ By speaking softly to her target, Suiren can influence their emotions, instilling feelings of love, guilt, or obsession. The more intimate the conversation, the stronger the effect, making her whispers hard to resist.

: ̗̀➛ Suiren can subtly alter or implant memories that align with her emotional manipulation, making her targets believe they have a shared bond or history that compels them to feel drawn to her.

: ̗̀➛ She can create scenarios where her target experiences intense pleasure or happiness and pain simultaneously, tying their emotional highs to her presence. This makes them more likely to return to her, even if they know it’s harmful.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Drawbacks:

: ̗̀➛ Mental Strain: Each time she uses this ability, it takes a toll on her own mental state, leaving her vulnerable to emotional exhaustion and guilt from manipulating others.

- Unintended Consequences: If a target becomes aware of her manipulation, it can backfire, causing severe emotional distress to both Suiren and her target, leading to feelings of betrayal and anger.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Distinguishing Marks

: ̗̀➛ Dahlia Tattoo on her upper arm

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Other Information: Breakdown of themes and symbolism coming soon….

• ੈ✩‧₊˚Extra:

: ̗̀➛ She used to work at the Kanegawa Children’s Hospital before she was fired and almost arrested for “malpractice” 😦

: ̗̀➛ She’s the one who gave @sweet-roulette the treatment that cured her COPD, and also the one who was tecnically behind the botched surgery that made @discordmodonsteroids lose the use of her legs-

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ ONESHOTS AND FACTS: TO BE ADDED

‎‧₊˚✧External Links✧˚₊‧

: ̗̀➛ Красота (Beauty) — Suiren and Vera

: ̗̀➛ LORE RANT!

: ̗̀➛ Research Paper no. 1

‎‧₊˚✧TO BE ADDED✧˚₊‧

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@tilskkarishma

#‎‧₊˚✧ 💉 𝓢𝓾𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓷 ✧˚₊‧#bsd rp blog #bsd oc #bungou stray dogs roleplay #bungou stray dogs original character #Bsd rp #roleplay blog

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the-price-of-a-voice · 20 days ago

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‎‧₊˚✧Aleksei Kazimir Dostoevsky✧˚₊‧

“I see the ashes falling out your window

There's someone in the mirror that you don't know”

~IMPORTANT

Hi hello konnichiwassup, I’m Dango(@multicolored-dangaurr)! I’m the other mod of this blog! I’m not very active on tumblr though… when I post as Aleksei, I’ll sign off with a 🍡 emoji! -🍡

And it’s @deeply-moonstruck here with Katya’s older brother! The blog is mainly mine, I won’t sign off with a emoji, you’ll know it’s me if I don’t use the emoji that Dango will be using..

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name:

: ̗̀➛ Aleksei Kazimir Dostoevsky

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Age:

: ̗̀➛ 19

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gender: Male

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Species: Human

• Affiliation: Decay of Angels

• Occupation: Trained Assassin and former Anti-Entropy agent

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Family:

: ̗̀➛ Vera Dostoevskaya (@28-reasons-to-run, mother)

: ̗̀➛ Ekatarina “Katya” Dostoevskaya (@ehcat-arina, younger sister)

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor Dostoevsky (uncle)

: ̗̀➛ Unnamed father

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Likes:

: ̗̀➛ Silence

: ̗̀➛ Peace and quiet

: ̗̀➛ Taking walks at night

: ̗̀➛ Collecting antique items

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dislikes:

: ̗̀➛ sunlight (no he’s not a vampire)

: ̗̀➛ His entire biological family excluding

Katya

: ̗̀➛ Anti-Entropy

“And everything was all wrong

(all wrong, yeah)

So burn it 'til it's all gone”

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ability

: ̗̀➛ Chill Kill

Description:

Aleksei’s ability, “Chill Kill,” allows him to enter an emotionless state of hyper-awareness and precision, enhancing his assassin skills significantly. When activated, Aleksei’s body undergoes a transformation where his heartbeat slows, his breathing steadies, and his mind detaches from fear, pain, or any form of distraction. This allows him to execute every movement with absolute clarity and precision. His reflexes become lightning-fast, and his perception of time seems to slow down, making it possible for him to anticipate and react to threats almost instantaneously.

While in this state, Aleksei’s focus is solely on the task at hand, making him impervious to distractions or psychological manipulation. However, the downside is that prolonged use of “Chill Kill” can numb his emotions, making it harder for him to reconnect with his humanity after combat. As a result, Aleksei must be cautious about how often and for how long he uses this ability, as excessive use may risk permanent detachment from his emotions and empathy.

Strengths:

1. Enhanced Reflexes and Perception:

Aleksei perceives the world in slow motion, giving him a significant advantage in dodging attacks and countering opponents with precision.

2. Emotion Suppression:

While “Chill Kill” is active, Aleksei becomes emotionally detached, allowing him to perform dangerous or morally ambiguous actions without hesitation.

3. Lethal Precision:

Any attack Aleksei executes during this state is carried out with deadly accuracy, making him a formidable opponent even against those with more powerful abilities.

Weaknesses:

Drawback:

Overuse of “Chill Kill” can result in temporary emotional numbness, lingering even after the ability is deactivated. This detachment can make it difficult for Aleksei to connect with others or feel empathy, potentially straining relationships and affecting his mental well-being. Prolonged use may also lead to physical exhaustion due to the intense focus and precision required, putting a strain on his body.

•✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Backstory✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

: ̗̀➛ HERE

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Other Information

ׂ╰┈➤

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Playlist: TO BE ADDED

‎‧₊˚✧External Links✧˚₊‧

‎‧₊˚✧TO BE ADDED✧˚₊‧

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Tagging…

@happy--prince

#🔪Aleksei #Bungou Stray Dogs #bsd oc #bungou stray dogs original character

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28-reasons-to-run · 1 month ago

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‎‧₊˚✧Vera Dostoevskaya✧˚₊‧

My eyes in the mirror They are cold, there's nothing What are they looking for? OOC UNDER THE CUT

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name:

: ̗̀➛ Vera Dostoevskaya

(Вера Достоевская)** (see end)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Age:

: ̗̀➛ 26

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gender: Female

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Species: Human

• Affiliation: Decay of Angels

• Occupation: N/A

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Family:

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor Dostoevsky (older

brother)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Likes:

: ̗̀➛ Attention and Admiration

: ̗̀➛ Luxury items

: ̗̀➛ Playing mind games (holy씨발)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dislikes:

: ̗̀➛ Boredom

: ̗̀➛ Being challenged

: ̗̀➛ Authenticity 😦

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• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ability

: ̗̀➛ 28 Reasons

ׂ╰┈➤ Description: 28 Reasons enables her to invoke a specific number of personas or archetypes based on the 28 reasons she has identified as pivotal for manipulating those around her. Each persona embodies a different aspect of her character, allowing her to adapt her behavior and appearance to suit various situations, leveraging the biases and expectations of others.

ׂ╰┈➤ Mechanics:

1. Persona Shifting: Vera can momentarily adopt one of her 28 carefully curated personas, each with its own traits, strengths, and weaknesses. For example:

- The Victim: Evokes sympathy and draws others in to support her.

- The Star: Captivates attention and admiration, making her the center of focus.

- The Muse: Inspires creativity or infatuation in others, compelling them to act on her behalf.

2. Emotional Resonance: Each persona can trigger specific emotional responses in others, such as admiration, guilt, or desire. This emotional resonance amplifies her influence, allowing her to manipulate those around her seamlessly.

3. Strategic Deception: By employing different personas for different situations, Vera can weave intricate plots and strategies, making her appear more trustworthy, charming, or even enigmatic. This versatility makes it challenging for her targets to discern her true intentions.

ׂ╰┈➤ Drawbacks:

- Identity Crisis: Prolonged use of multiple personas can lead to confusion or instability in her own sense of self, making it difficult for her to distinguish between who she truly is and the characters she portrays.

- Energy Drain: Constantly shifting between personas can be mentally and emotionally exhausting, requiring her to take breaks to recharge or risk losing control over her ability.

ׂ╰┈➤ Appearance: When she shifts personas, subtle changes occur in her demeanor and appearance, such as shifts in posture, expressions, or even slight variations in her clothing style. This transformation can be mesmerizing but also unsettling to those who witness it.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Distinguishing Marks

: ̗̀➛ SNAKE TATTOO ITS LORE SIGNIFICANT

AAAAAHHHH

•✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Backstory ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

: ̗̀➛ Here

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Other Information

ׂ╰┈➤ Quick Explanation of Russian Last Names:

In Russian, last names change depending on the gender of the person. Male last names typically end in “-ov,” “-ev,” or “-sky,” while female last names take a feminine form by adding an “a” at the end. For example:

• A man would be “Dostoevsky” (Достоевский), while a woman becomes “Dostoevskaya” (Достоевская).

This system applies to most Russian surnames, and it’s used to indicate gender in official documents and everyday life. Thus, Vera’s last name reflects her being female by the addition of the “a” to Dostoevsky.

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«— Todo lo que había pasado ese día fue una tragedia, quedando así un trauma y un profundo dolor.

Se suponía que solo iba a ser una misión para vigilar al Joker, pero, tan solo unos minutos y los dos ayudantes de Batman estaban en problemas.

— Basta, déjala ella no tiene nada que ver en esto. —

La voz de Jason sonaba quebrada, no le importaba si aquel psicópata veía como sus lágrimas caían, estaba atado a una silla y malherido, pero eso no le implicaba tener la fuerza necesaria para poder desatar.

No era sus heridas las cuales le dolían, si no ver como su novia estaba siendo torturada por aquel payaso, golpe tras golpe con una palanca, Sparrow era una de los superhéroes más fuertes que conocía, pero...

En este caso no era así.

— Hermoso rostro, cuerpo espectacular, lindos labios — decía el Joker sonriendo cínicamente, su mano recorría la mejilla de aquella chica, sin importarle que estuviera cubierta de sangre — Está noche te divertirás precioso pajarito. —

— No, no, no — repetía la chica muy asustada, Joker le colocó una mordaza para qué dejar de hablar, pero, ella definitivamente no tenía la fuerza necesaria para escapar de aquel lugar junto con su compañero y novio.

El payaso estaba a punto de besar los labios de la chica — DÉJALA YA — el grito de Jason se hizo presente por toda la bóveda y definitivamente eso no le gusto al Joker.

— Uno de los pajaritos de Bats aún tiene fuerza de voluntad para interrumpir mi maravilloso momento — El Joker se acercaba lentamente al segundo chico maravilla — Pero descuida, siempre tengo tiempo para uno más de ustedes. —

Ahora era él a quien estaba torturando, sentía como sus costillas se le rompían, incluso se le dificultaba respirar y que apenas podía mantener los ojos abiertos.

— Vaya eso parece que dolió, de veras — aquel payaso no borraba su sonrisa macabra de su rostro, siguió golpeando al segundo chico maravilla mientras Sparrow gritaba a través de su mordaza deteniendo el acto del Joker — Esto es muy irónico, si me divierto con tu chica me distraes y si hago lo mismo contigo ella lo hace. —

Continuo torturando al chico haciendo que la joven llorara por su novio, el Joker no lo dejaba ni un segundo y en verdad él se vio muy mal, ella solo trajo de convencerse de que era solo una horrible pesadilla, que se despertaría en cualquier momento y estaría en la mansión Wayne a lado de su novio, sanos ya salvos.

El verdadero nombre de Sparrow es Elizabeth Wayne Kyle, hija del multimillonario Bruce Wayne y la ex secretaria Selina Kyle, también es hermana de Dick Grayson aunque no comparten los lazos sanguíneos, pero se quieren y se protegen sensibles, al menos manera ella lo ve de esa.

Él junto con sus padres comenzó a entrenarla desde que tenía 8 años, pero al cumplir los 13 años tomo ella la decisión de ser una vigilante para así ayudar a las personas de Gotham City.

Pero ahora a sus 18 años, ya se estaba arrepintiendo de ser uno de ellos.

— Ups, aguarda, eso parece que dolió aún más — dijo el Joker deteniéndose unos segundos, incluso hizo que la chica dirigiera su mirada a la escena una vez más — Así que, tratemos de despejar esto ¿Está bien querido? — Pregunto el Joker — ¿Qué duele más? ¿A o B? ¿Derecho o revés? —

Cada pregunta que hacia una acción, el pobre Jason ya casi no tenía fuerzas y en cuanto a Elizabeth estaba llorando por el miedo y la preocupación que sintió al ver el estado demacrado del segundo chico maravilla, se escuchó la risa del Joker aunque el joven murmuro algo que casi no se escuchó, así que se acercó hasta él para escucharlo mejor.

— Un poco más alto jovencito, creo que puedes tener un pulmón colapsado, eso siempre impide la oratoria — dijo el Joker mientras revolvía el cabello de Robin, pero él escupió un poco de sangre en el horrible rostro del payaso y eso lo enojo, haciendo que chocara la cabeza del joven contra el suelo con fuerza — Eso fue grosero, el primer chico mantequilla tenía modales. —

El payaso comenzaba a limpiarse la sangre que estaba en su rostro y solamente recibió una sonrisa de parte del segundo Robin, si Sparrow no tenía aquella mordaza también se hubiera burlado.

— Voy a tener que darte una lección para que puedas seguir sus pasos — se quedó pensando unos segundos — ¡Nah! Solo voy a seguir golpeándote con esto. —

Ya no podía seguir viendo eso, Sparrow de una manera comenzaba a gritar otra vez un intento de “Detente” y en seguida el Joker puso su atención en ella de nuevo.

— Vaya, incluso con esa cosa en tu boca no puedes mantenerte en silencio, parece que ninguno de ustedes dos de hecho me va a dejar divertirme, bien, veamos que tan resistente eres realmente jovencita — el Joker se acercaba a la chica con la palanca , llena de la sangre de Jason.

La chica trajo de alejarse, pero, el payaso la detuvo — Descuida pequeña ave, tan solo quiero un poco de diversión antes de marcharme. —

Los sonidos de la palanca golpeando el cuerpo de la chica se hicieron presentes, al igual que los gritos Jason rogando a que se detuviera, pero, esta vez el Joker simplemente lo ignoro, quería que el chico maravilla viera el espectáculo, mientras que ese psicópata continuaba con su trabajo.

Ese día, ambos quedaron marcados de por vida.

«— En la Batcave, las horas se estaban siendo muy desesperadas para Dick, Selina y Alfred, la mujer lloraba por la angustia que estaba sintiendo en ese momento por el bienestar de su hija, que estaba a manos de aquel psicópata, Dick capturado de consolarla, pero, le era imposible, ya que él también estaba preocupado por el bienestar de sus hermanos, mientras que Batman estaba en camino a la ubicación donde se encontraba su hija y su protegida, tan solo faltaba unos minutos para llegar.

Solamente habían pasado horas desde que el Joker torturó a los jóvenes, pero sabía que su mayor enemigo estaba a punto de llegar y rescatar a sus aprendices.

— Está bien chicos me tengo que ir, aunque fue divertido ¿No es cierto? — dijo el Joker saliendo de la bóveda, pero era imposible que los jóvenes le iban a contestar, ya que no tenían fuerzas, de hecho estaban desmayados casi muertos en el lugar.

— Bueno tal vez fue más divertido para mí que para ustedes supongo, ya que han estado horriblemente callados, de todos modos sean buenos chicos, terminen su tarea y vayan a la cama a las nueve, y oigan... Díganle al grandulón que envié ... Saludos — el único gesto que hizo fue mostrarles una sonrisa a pesar de que ambos no lo estaban viendo, para así soltar su macabra y típica risa, y luego cerrar la puerta.

Al momento que ese psicópata se fue, Jason fue el primero en abrir los ojos, miro a su novia quien estaba muy malherida.

Sin pensarlo dio la vuelta para tratar de levantarse, aunque le costara un poco y por el gran dolor que sentía, pero, se estaba esforzando para ayudar y sacar a Elizabeth del lugar, mientras que a ella le costaba respirar y mantener los ojos abiertos.

— Eli — llamo el chico maravilla acercándose al cuerpo casi sin vida de su novia — Eli, debemos salir de aquí — comprobó su pulso, pero, era débil.

— J... Jay — murmuro ella, ya que le costó decir una sola palabra y es porque estaba perdiendo mucha sangre, no podía levantarse.

— Oye, todo va a estar bien ¿Si?, te prometo que te sacaré de aquí, pero debes resistir — en ese momento Jason intentó levantarse, pero fue inútil, él cayó al suelo.

Pensando en un plan rápido para salir del lugar, comenzó a arrastrarla, ya que no tenía más fuerzas para volverse a levantar y cargarla.

Jason no esperaba hacerlo de esta manera, pero ella estaba perdiendo más sangre al igual que él, pero eso no significaba que se iba a rendir tan fácilmente y poder salvarla, aún presenta las esperanzas de que Batman los rescatara.

Ya estando en la puerta se estiró un poco para abrir la puerta y aunque él estaba haciendo el mayor esfuerzo posible para abrirla, pero el Joker los había encerrado en la bóveda, ya dándose por vencido miro a su novia quien se había desmayado por la pérdida de sangre, él estaba preocupado y utilizado de idear un plan para salir.

Hasta que escucho aquel sonido...

Tik tak, tik tak, tik tak.

Él volteo para ver el artefacto y definitivamente era el sonido característico de una bomba a punto de explotar, tan solo faltaban cinco segundos para que explotara y Jason no dudo ni un segundo en colocar su cuerpo sobre el de Elizabeth para protegerla de la gran explosión que se avecinaba, si ese era sus últimos momentos con ella...

Al menos quería que se salvara, incluso si eso implicaba no estar físicamente con ella.

— Te amo con todo mi corazón, Elizabeth Wayne — esas fueron las últimas palabras de Jason Peter Todd.

Cuatro, tres, dos...

Uno.

¡BAM!

El murciélago estaba a punto de llegar a la bóveda cuando ocurrió, lo único que se podía ver eran escombros y el fuego en el lugar, sin pensarlo Batman se acercó al lugar para comenzar a buscarlos y miro una pila de escombros.

Pero con una mano debajo de ellos, en seguida se dirigió hasta los escombros donde se encontró y sabía que ahí se encontró su hija y protegida, hasta que los encontró y noto que ambos estaban inconscientes.

— No — de inmediato comprobó el pulso de cada uno, el de Elizabeth era muy débil, pero aún tenía posibilidades de vivir, lamentablemente no se pudo decir lo mismo de Jason quien no se le pudo encontrar el pulso.

— Jason — susurro el caballero afectado por la partida de otro Robin, pero sabía que esto afectaría muchísimo a Elizabeth.

No podía romper su código, pero lo que hizo el Joker jamás tuvo perdón.

«— Todo estaba oscuro y lo único que se podía escuchar, eran voces llenas de preocupación y miedo, Elizabeth no podía distinguirlas, pero si podía percibir ese sentimiento.

— Eli resiste . —

— todo va a estar bien cariño, estas a salvo ahora . —

— Debes despertar pequeña, eres mucho más fuerte que esto, así que resiste. —

— Está perdiendo pulso, rápido, al quirófano. —

— La perdemos, muévanse ya. —

— NO. —

Fue lo último que pudo escuchar, ¿Qué estaba pasando realmente? , esto se lo estaba preguntando, mientras que sus ojos se abrieron lentamente pudo presenciar que estaba recostada en una hamaca, se levanto lentamente y observo todo a su alrededor, notando que estaba en la mansión, miro a otra dirección rápidamente, ya que escucho la risa de Dick quien rodeaba la cintura de Barbara.

No solo estaban ellos, también estaban Bruce y Selina, mientras que Alfred estaba sirviendo el té, para Elizabeth era realmente cálido porque estaba en su hogar junto a su familia, aunque no pudo evitar asustarse porque unos brazos rodeo su cintura, volteó rápidamente y solo se tradujo de su novio.

— Estas tensa — se burló Jason, luego se acerco un poco para besar su mejilla.

— Lo siento es que... esto es muy tranquilo — dijo ella sonando menos preocupada.

— Oye te conozco desde que uso 12, ¿Qué ocurre? —Pregunto Jason abrazándola.

— Nada, enserio — Elizabeth solo estaba observando a su familia, aún seguía algo confundida, pero solo hizo de lado esa sensación y seguir en ese momento familiar — Te digo la verdad, me gusta este día, sin villanos, sin patrullajes y sin nada de qué preocuparnos, solo estamos en un tranquilo momento familiar. —

Él solamente la abrazo — Es cierto, aunque extraño patear traseros, pero, estar contigo vale la pena. —

— Es idea mía o el gran Jason Todd está siendo algo cursi — ella solo le sonrió.

— Tengo un lado poeta, ¿Qué puedo decirte? — ambos se rieron sin separarse de ese abrazo, no sin antes de sellar ese momento con un beso.

Son dos años de relación, las personas al saber que estos dos pensaron que era algo enfermizo que la hija de Bruce Wayne y su protegido estaban en una relación, ya que son hermanos adoptivos, pero, eso no los detuvo.

Aunque eso no les importaba, solo querían estar juntos, eso era todo lo que querían, pero, no todo puede ser felicidad ¿Cierto?

De pronto todo cambio una vez que se separaron, los dos ya no estaban en la mansión si no en un almacén abandonado, Eli noto que traía puesto su traje, sin mencionar que sentí un fuerte dolor por todo su cuerpo, miro a Jason en su traje de Robin y estaba peor que ella.

¿Por qué su mente jugaba con ella? , estaba pasando un tranquilo con toda su familia, pero todo se consiguió de solo un sueño.

— Te amo con todo mi corazón, Elizabeth Wayne — dijo Jason dejando escapar las lágrimas, mientras acariciaba la mejilla de la chica.

Ahora ella sintió más dolor que antes, incluso sintió que no podía respirar, lo que lleva a otra vez a la pregunta ¿Qué estaba pasando?

Otra vez, todo se torno negro.

Una intensa luz la había cegado solo por unos segundos, un olor intenso a analgésicos inundo su nariz, Elizabeth parpadeo un par de veces para así ver todo a su alrededor, lo primero que observo fueron las paredes de color blanco, también se sintió incómoda a causa de la camilla en la que estaba, incluso noto una aguja incrustada en el brazo.

En cuestión de segundos se había dado cuenta de que estaba en el hospital, pero, todo era confuso para ella y muchas preguntas invadieron su cabeza.

¿Qué había pasado con la misión?, ¿Por qué estaba en el hospital? Y la pregunta más importante, ¿Dónde estaba Jason?

La puerta se abrió de repente, sacándola de sus preguntas, quien había entrado a la habitación era Dick y entre sus manos traía un ramo de rosas, las cuales eran sus favoritas, pero él al ver a su hermana ya despierta no dudo en acercarse a ella y abrazarla.

— Me alegra muchísimo que estés bien — dijo Dick sin apartarse de aquel abrazo, aunque eso no evito que Elizabeth se quejara un poco — Lo lamento mucho, pero es que esto realmente me alegro, duraste 7 días inconsciente, pensamos que te habíamos perdido. —

— ¿Qué fue lo que me paso? — pregunto ella con curiosidad, ya que de muchas misiones en las que ha estado involucrada y algunas eran bastante peligrosas, esta era la primera cirugía que recibió estando en una de ellas.

Dick se dio la vuelta para cerrar la puerta con seguro, para así asegurarse de que nadie entrara — Bueno, fue una cirugía de alto riesgo — comenzó a explicar el primer Robin, en verdad no quería ocultarle nada a su hermana, a diferencia de Bruce que les pidió no decirle nada, por lo que Selina y él se negaron — Eli, tuviste una hemorragia interna, tuvieron que llevarte de emergencia al quirófano para detener el sangrado, no solo eso, dos de tus costillas están rotas. —

— No puede ser, entonces si tuve mucha suerte — ella sonrió, cosa que Dick devolvió el gesto — Pero, ¿Cómo se encuentra Jason?, ese maniático lo lastimo más que a mí, quiero verlo Dick — pidió ella mirándolo.

El primer chico maravilla sintió que en cualquier momento se iba a desmayar, pero ocultárselo sería algo inútil.

— Eli... — él tuvo que pensar muy bien de sus palabras, pero no había ninguna para explicar esta situación — Eli tú fuiste la única que sobrevivió a la explosión, Jason murió en la explosión, justo ahora están realizando la autopsia, lo lamento mucho. —

Lo que había escuchado la dejo en shock, pero...

No quería creerlo.

Ella solo negó con la cabeza y lágrimas no dudaron en aparecer — No, eso no es cierto, él estaba conmigo y aun seguía con vida, me estaba ayudando a salir de ese lugar, Dick esto es solo una de tus bromas, dime por favor que lo es — ella solo se negaba, quería levantarse y salir de la habitación, pero, debía afrontar la cruel realidad.

Dick al ver el estado de su hermana menor no dudo en abrazarla a lo cual ella correspondió, las heridas dolían, pero escuchar que Jason murió.

Esa fue la peor herida.

— Shhh, tranquila pequeña, estoy aquí — susurro Dick haciendo que Elizabeth lo abrazara con más fuerza.

De todas las personas que nacieron en una mano de ese psicópata...

¿Por qué Jason tuvo que ser otra víctima?

Esa era la pregunta importante, la cual no tenia una respuesta concreta.

«— Pasaron tres días y el dolor seguía ahí, este día era el funeral de Jason y Elizabeth no quería sepultar el recuerdo de su novio, no de esa manera y era muy temprano para despedirse de él, las únicas personas que asistieron al funeral fueron Alfred, Lucius y su hijo Luke, sin olvidar a su padre.

Mientras que Selina, Dick y Barbara estaban con Elizabeth cuidándola, mientras que ella acariciaba la cabeza de su cachorro de pastor alemán, el cual se lo había regalado Jason en su cumpleaños, aunque este pequeño estaba recostado a un lado de su dueña, la chica se estaba recuperando su cirugía, pero, de esta perdida si seria difícil de superar.

— ¿Quieres que te traiga algo de comer Eli? — pregunto Barbara, pero en cuanto a Elizabeth solo negó con la cabeza, ya que no tenía hambre.

— Llevas 3 días sin comer nada Elizabeth, debes recuperar un poco de energías — dijo Dick preocupaba mientras la miraba, aunque ella solo estaba observando la ventana.

Selina vio como su hija estaba cambiando y como ese dolor lo estaba guardando para si mismo, esto no seria fácil para ella, pero, como su madre no iba a dejarla sola en estos momentos.

Chicos podrían dejarme a solas con ella dijo Selina mirándolos, a lo que ambos no tienen de otra.

El primer chico maravilla solo se acerco a su hermana, para así besar su frente — Vendré más tarde, te traeré un poco de tu comida favorita y podremos ver toda una maratón de Harry Potter. —

Ella solo asintió, Dick y su prometida salió de la habitación, dejando a madre e hija solas, aunque la chica no pudo contener más sus lágrimas, el cachorro solo pudo lamer la mano de su dueña, en cuanto a Selina acariciaba el cabello de su hija con delicadeza.

— ¿Por qué tuvo que pasar esto? — se preguntaba Elizabeth aún llorando — Él quería ir a la universidad, queríamos iniciar una nueva vida fuera de Gotham, todo lo que paso en ese lugar fue mi culpa mamá. —

Las lágrimas no paraban de salir, el sufrimiento la estaba quemando por dentro, lo único que quería ella en este momento era pensar que todo se trató de un terrible engaño y estar una vez más en los brazos de su novio, Selina por otra parte solo abrazo a su hija.

— Nada de lo que paso es tu culpa — dijo Selina acariciando el cabello de Elizabeth una vez más — El destino a veces puede ser incluso cruel con las personas, incluso si debe quitarte a la persona que amas, pero, siempre debemos ponernos de pie y seguir adelante, aunque duela aceptarlo. —

Esas palabras fueron lo suficientemente claro para la chica, pero aún seguía culpándose, ella debía insistir en que buscar esa mujer que era la madre biológica de Jason era una mala idea, pero, también culpaba al Joker por todo, era el responsable de la muerte de su novio.

Se quería vengar por esto, por quitarle una parte importante para ella, no le importaba las heridas externas, ya que estas sanarían y dejarían cicatrices, pero esta herida no iba a desaparecer tan fácil, Elizabeth quería ver el cuerpo del Joker cubierto de heridas y hacer un favor a la ciudad, eso sería matar a ese psicópata.

Una cosa era segura y es que este seria...

El comienzo de su pasado oscuro.

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TASK #13 SHORT & SWEET

♥ What is your favorite book from childhood?: I collected sooo many of the My Little Pony books, but I also just loved fashion magazines, I know that doesn't count, but lol!

ღ Do you own an item that comforts you when you’re sad?: My house! :)

✿ What makes you happy?: Flowers. 💐 Nothing puts a smile on my face like flowers.

♛ What are three things you like about yourself?: My outlook on life, my persistence, and the fact that I look a lot like my mom.

☾ Which season is your favorite?: Spring!!!

† Do you believe in the supernatural?: Just spirits, but not in a spooky haunting kind of way? I just like the idea of people looking after their loved ones when they go.

♪ Name a song that has a deeper meaning to you.: When I heard Amen by Amber Run for the first time, I was driving through the countryside and had an epic meltdown and had to pull over. It's always stuck with me, ever since.

ꕤ What would be your dream job?: A flower. I just want to hang out in a garden being pretty.

☼ Name three things you don’t leave the house without.: Cellphone, lip balm, purse.

❧ What is your favorite comfort food?: Strawberries if they're in season, gelato any time of year. Strawberry gelato if you want bonus points, though. ;)

⤷ Are you an active person? / What do you do to stay active?: Yeah! Primarily through yoga and pilates. I'm also just always on the move, I garden a lot (obvs), which is actually quite a lot of physical movement, too!

★ Name your three biggest inspirations (people-wise).: My mom, both as a woman and a seamstress, Vera Wang, the eighty-something year-old woman who brings me seeds in exchange for private yoga sessions at my house.

✘ What is currently your favorite airing show?: I've been watching a lot of trash television right now, and am super into House of Villains, but I also just started watching season 2 of Pamela Anderson's Garden of Eden!

✈ If you had to go anywhere right now, where would you go?: Probably to see my parents, but they're coming for the holidays, so it's okay!!! <3

#merrocktask #;; lmao writing this as nari was so much bubblier than i am used to but i tried!!! <3

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imaginary-polysemy · 9 days ago

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‎‧₊˚✧Katya Lyubov✧˚₊‧

“You know I’m, your imaginary friend You know I’m, here tonight to give you strength When there’s monsters on your ceiling I’ll keep you safe and I’ll keep you dreaming You know I’m, your imaginary friend You know I’m, it’s you and I until the end”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Name:

: ̗̀➛ Ekaterina “Katya” Lyubov

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Age:

: ̗̀➛ 18

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Gender:

: ̗̀➛ Female

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Species:

: ̗̀➛ Human

• Affiliation(?):

: ̗̀➛ Decay of Angels, Black Swan, The Order of the Clock Tower

• Occupation:

: ̗̀➛ Black Talon no. 2 (high ranking Black Swan member), spy and informant for the Order.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Family:

: ̗̀➛ Oscar Wilde (Adoptive father)

: ̗̀➛ Alexsei Kazimir Dostoevsky (older

brother)

: ̗̀➛ Vera Dostoevskaya (mother)

: ̗̀➛ Fyodor Dostoevsky (uncle)

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Likes:

: ̗̀➛ Collecting masks

: ̗̀➛ Collecting things in general

: ̗̀➛ Sweet things

: ̗̀➛ Old video cameras/cameras and taking photos and videos

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Dislikes:

: ̗̀➛ Manipulation/being manipulated

: ̗̀➛ Paper Mache

: ̗̀➛ Disloyal people!

Ability and other info below the cut

• ੈ✩‧₊˚ Ability

: ̗̀➛The Double

Description:

ׂ╰┈➤ Katya possesses the ability to embody alternate personas, each connected to a specific item or symbol she uses as a focus, often appearing like a mask or emblem. Each persona enhances her in different ways, from altering her physical appearance and voice to adjusting her personality traits and emotional states, making her difficult to read or predict. However, these personas come with unique strengths and weaknesses. Below are the effects she can utilize:

Persona Shift: Katya can transform her appearance, mannerisms, and even voice to fit the persona of each item she uses. She becomes someone entirely new, both physically and psychologically, making her a skilled deceiver and manipulator.

• Emotional Overlap: Each persona carries a specific emotional tone that amplifies Katya’s ability to influence others’ emotions. For instance, a persona symbolizing sorrow heightens her capacity for empathy and manipulation through vulnerability, while a rage persona could incite fear or submission.

• Spectral Alteration: Katya can create subtle illusions tied to her persona, allowing her to change minor aspects of her surroundings to reflect her character. This might include creating shadows, sounds, or atmospheric effects that enhance the authenticity of her role.

• Adapted Mimicry: Katya can emulate abilities or skills of individuals she has observed in her persona state. Though not as effective as the original, with practice, she can replicate and refine these skills for strategic use, depending on how well they fit the persona.

• Residual Influence: When not actively in a persona, the influence of previous personas can linger, subtly affecting Katya’s thoughts, behaviors, or reactions in line with past personas. This lingering effect can make her unpredictable but can also lead to emotional instability or erratic decisions.

• ੈ✩‧₊˚Weaknesses

ׂ╰┈➤ • Fragmented Identity: Switching between personas constantly strains Katya’s sense of self, making her prone to identity crises or loss of personal cohesion. This instability could make her vulnerable to psychological manipulation or influence.

• Reliance on Persona Symbols: Katya’s power is dependent on her focus items. Without them, her ability to assume personas weakens drastically, leaving her with only minor illusions and making her vulnerable to identity disintegration.

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ׂ╰┈➤ KATYA’S DEATH!

ׂ╰┈➤ Comfort/Sad fic of her and the rest of the World Serpent

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@happy--prince

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snakeofchrist · 4 months ago

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˚˙࿇༓˙˚˙༓ ♱ ༓˙˚˙༓࿇˙˚

Vera ☾

She/Her ⋅⋆∘♱∘⋆⋅ 22 ⋅⋆∘♱∘⋆⋅ Capricorn

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b1zmuth · 5 months ago

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Chapter Two | TDOTD

‘’The Other Side Of The Fence’’

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Horrid.

The day that I met him was as clear as day, I was finishing up my regular scouting mission with Verdict- the skies hazy with a dark blue hue lulling over the horizon, fading into a light purple, announcing the upcoming daybreak.

Soon, would the night fade and the day would rise into its full position- the tell-tale sign of the Bridge Of Animos’s closing.

Which meant that the two of us would have to find our reversal partners, which pretty much meant that after me and Vera finished our night scout, we would have to regroup with our day partners.

‘’.....Was that the black flash? The fuck?’’ A younger Neutral asked himself, double, no- triple checking his surroundings to make sure he didn't just get his ass compromised…again.

And then he saw it again- that same quick black apparition that seemed to just, vanish into the ground? It wasn’t totally impossible for inhabitants of Animos’s cityscape to just faze into random objects at will- but they never get put on the day shifts due to their intolerance of the sun.. so that leaves only one possibility left.

‘’Claude! In nomine umbrae lucis, te ipsum exposco.’’ Neutral retained a defensive position, tensing his body up to be fully ready for any type of attack that this… whatever the fuck it was might pull off.

A shadowy figure with an unnervingly large toothy smile rose from the ground, startling the latter who jumped back a couple of feet in response- ‘’Ne timeas umbra lucis, nam particeps sum tuus.’’

‘’The fuck? You really couldn't have said this without getting all up in the face?’’ Neutral questioned the shadowy figure that smiled even larger at his question- ‘’Just how large can you smile at someone?’’

The shadow figure only responded with a rolling of his wrist motion- ‘’Depends on the mood, what's ya name partner?’’ ‘’No- that's- ugh! Whatever, I'm Neutral, Derivative of the Shade Of Light. You?’’

‘’Horrid!’’

I wonder why ive been thinking alot more, about him more.

Maybe it's because of the fact that I'm scheduled to be going on another mission with him, like that fateful day we met? Or the days when we would aimlessly wander about the different realms, fucking over our tasks and getting an earful?

No, can’t be that. It has to be.. Something else- that's bothering me.

A distant voice calls out, gradually getting louder and louder with every passing minute without a response.

‘’Neu------!!’’ ‘’------Tral! Wake the fuck up!’’

Then it stopped and turned into a harsh shove which woke up the daydreaming, unresponsive reciprocate of the calls.

Neutral gasped loudly, mainly because of the shock of being woken up suddenly and pretty much ripped out of his thinking session- ‘’What?!?! The fuck did you shove me for?!’’ Neutral shouted at his partner, furious about the fact that his entire thinking session was interrupted because HE wanted to shove him for no apparent reason.

‘’We missed our stop you dumbfuck! I've been trying to GENTLY wake you up, something that i never do, but your stone rock sleeping ass didn't hear me basically yelling in your ear for five minutes!’’ Horrid shouted right back, holding his hand out to the obvious change in environment through the train car windows.

‘’Shit. What stop are we going to be at?’’ calming himself down, Neutral asked Horrid- only to be met with a nasty side-eye and a ‘’I don't know, you tell me you idiot!’’ face- and continuing to practically shove his face into the window to observe whatever he could.

‘’Fuck.’’ Neutral grumbled to himself, mentally yelling about the fact he let the BOTH of them miss their stop, which could snowball into them missing their assassination schedules- which would turn into Shade's loud ass constantly up his ass about ‘’not fulfilling his duty!!’’ and all of those random ramblings- god! He is a fucking pai-

The train's intercom crackles to life above Horrid’s and Neutral’s seats, loudly displaying the next trainstop message.

‘’Please don't be Runa. Please don't be Runa. Please don't be Runa. PLEASE-’’

‘’We are now approaching our next stop! Runa! Passengers not getting off at the next stop, please be advised to stay seated during offloading and onloading sessions. Thank you!’’

‘’ESTIMATED TIME OF ARRIVAL: 3 MINUTES”

Listening to the dreadful announcement, Horrid attempted to return to his seat next to Neutral, who had his head in his hands and was slightly shaking it- attempting to soothe over the headache he was experiencing.

Horrid only settled in his seat, somewhat dreading the arrival to Runa, ‘’The city of fucking nightmares’’ according to both Neutral and Guru- although, Horrid didn't really think it could be THAT bad since nobody else referred to Runa, like, at all.

‘’Not like I can ask Neutral about this random ass city. Time to play the guessing game again.’’ he thought to himself, slowly feeling the anticipation build up deep inside of him.

‘’Now arriving at.. Runa! All offloading passengers please take all baggage with you! Thank you for riding Spirit Trainlines!’’

And here they were, in the vast cityscape of Runa, with both boys equally having mixed feelings about the entire situation.

Neutral, sitting on a trainstop bench, was contemplating if he should go ahead and jump off a cliff or suffer Shade's wrath again, and Horrid looking around at different things- switching between looking at a travel guide and matching the map up with the skyline of the city.

‘’Neu, cmon we have to get moving if we wanna make it on time for the switch- at least that fucking Shade wont have his foot up our asses as far?’’ Horrid put the travel guide in his pocket and walked over to the zoned-out Neutral- ‘’Horrid. We are quite literally FUCKED, i don't even mean just one fucked, we are trenches deep in the fuckery now. We missed the last stop to portal over and Runa is NOT the place we wanna be right now.’’ Neutral shot his head up, frantically motioning the words he was saying.

Horrid only groaned, shaking his head- ‘’According to this travel guide, Runa is very close to the last stop, and it'll only take 30 minutes-’’ Neutral cut Horrid off with swiftness, scaring the shit out of him by nearly teleporting in front of him, placing his hands on his shoulders and with the most deadpanned stare said- ‘’SHADE is HERE, in RUNA, oh yeah and also gray’s here.’’

‘’Your kidding.’’

Quickly dialing some numbers on his phone and Gray’s caller ID popping up, the line rung for a bit before the other side picked up- ‘’Yello, this is Gray speaking- oh! Neutral..? You never call during a mission- even if it's with Horrid? You good?’’ Grays's voice spoke from the phone, his questioning tone worrying the others on the other side of the phone.

‘’Gray, can you deliver some toilet paper to Runa? Me and Horrid shit ourselves because we got taco bell.’’ Neutral said, looking over to the snickering Horrid and swiftly kicking him in the leg.

‘’Ha! You missed! --OW! What the fuc-’’

‘’Oh, I see- Shade! Horrid needs me to deliver him and Neutral some toilet paper! I'll be back in a bit!’’ Gray spoke again, Shade's somewhat audible voice yelling back an ‘’Ok!’’- ‘’What the fuck did you two do? Just- nevermind, just be at the Stelle Pointelle in 20.’’ Gray scoffed from over the phone, quickly hanging up and leaving the boys to their devices.

‘’What in the fuck Neutral?! ‘’Me and Horrid SHIT ourselves’’?? Do you know what that could do to me if someone else heard that?!’’ Horrid got irate and started yelling at the now staring-directly-at-him male who just shushed him- ‘’If you weren't so much of a fucking idiot you would know what I just said was code for ‘’Oh shit we fucked up please come and get us’’- do you really think that I would deadass say some crazy shit like that when SHADES around?’’ Neutral responded, rolling his eyes and starting to walk off.

‘’You are so INSUFFERABLE- god I hope Shade tears you a new one!’’

‘’I hope you will finally give ass instead of taking it!’’

It is safe to say that the pair walked in silence to the Stelle, except for the occasional jab at each other every five minutes that usually ended in a street-side brawl, which lasted another 20 minutes.

By the time they finally got to the Stella Pointelle, Gray was already waiting for them with a pissed-off expression and someone's steel-toed boot in hand.

‘’Where have YOU two been! It's been a whole hour since I told you to meet me! Don't you know I was doing important things with Shade that needed tending to!’’ Gray yelled, waving around this random ass boot that he got from god knows where- threatening to ‘’beat the shit out of the both of you!’’

‘’Calm your tits, Gray, we weren't doing anything- or well should I say, (I) wasn’t doing anything except for trying to get this fucker off of me!’’ Horrid shoved Neutral out of the way and started making his way to the car, waiting for the other two to get in. ‘’BACKSEAT HORRID! FUCK YOUR SHOTGUN PRIVILEGES!’’

‘’Party pooper. Ugh!’’ Horrid groaned as he listened to Gray start up the car, mumbling something about ‘’waiting until Neutral gets in the car’’

And the second that Neutral climbed in the car and shut the door, Gray turned off the car.

‘’So how was your fuck session? It seems like you two REALLY enjoyed that one and getting me chewed out by Shade.’’ Gray deadpanned, turning around in his seat and staring at the two, who just looked at him with confused faces- ‘’What are you going on about? I NEVER fucked Hor-’’ Neutral was about to start responding back until Gray cut him off

‘’Take a gander at your clothes, you took a whole hour to even give me a pointer that you were still alive and kicking, and then I see you roll up with messy clothes, Neutral’s CHIN is exposed,’’ ‘’What?! It is?’’- ‘’YES Neutral! Your mask is up either way I'm getting my ass kicked by Shade when I go back because I'm taking almost an hour and a half to simply WAIT for you! All because you two wanted to fuck 1-3 times in an HOUR!! How do you manage to bust a nut every 25 minutes!!’’ Gray yelled, both of his hands on the headrests- borderline inside of them, his body jerking with every emphasized word he said.

At that point Neutral and Horrid just looked at each other with the same expression of ‘’What is he yelling about?’’ and it didn't really help that they STILL didn't understand what in the hell Gray was even talking about because he kept going on and on about this even after starting the car up.

‘’Yeah, I banged him- soooooo hard he passed out! Hehhhheee..’’

‘’HORRID! WHAT THE FUCK??’’

To Neutrals absolute HORROR Gray parked the car again and started beating the hell out of the both of them- and Gray hits where it hurts the most… youch!

Eventually, the trio finally made it to the small portal entrance town of Rizimuna, Runas portal-hop town.

Rizimuna is much smaller than Runa in comparison, going from a huge cityscape to a rural town, with a small population to match, but it is way less noisy and flashy.

After getting attacked by Gray in the car, you best believe Neutral DIVED out of the car, with Horrid quickly following suit- and now we end up here, with the two walking towards the portal gate. ‘’Neutral, do we really have to go on this hunt today? I mean we’re already late to the exchange.’’ Horrid quipped, his shadow-like body wisping in the windy air and his smile down turning into a frowny one.

‘’Still gotta go.’’ Neutral responded in a somewhat groggy tone, digging for his and Horrid’s IDs whilst rolling his eyes, knowing that Horrid would most likely start whining and begging him to ‘’just lemme go home! I'll be a good boy! Promise!’’

With a loud whine and a dramatic tug/falling down on the ground act from Horrid, the two begrudgingly went ahead and checked in.

Somewhere, On the Other Side.

Two figures stand in the moonlight glow, their bodies emanating the foul aura of death and despair- their stances of the same nature.

Extremely pissed off.

‘’It's been fucking HOURS! I want to go home Verdict! This is nuts how long we have to wait for those two to simply show up!’’

‘’It'll be okay, Mrs. Maisonnaige can handle this, she did say we could contact her if we had any problems- on the other hand, we’re okay for now, and there's not much stopping us from wandering around.

‘’Fine. But I swear when I lay my eyes on those two I'm going to rip them a fucking new one! I know you want to do it too!”

‘’Mhm..’’

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This chapter was a doozy to write, especially with the plot idea leaving my head multiple times, and the whole idea of Horrid's and Neutrals relationship aswell.

But to give a hint towards the next chapter, it will be mainly focused on two new characters, and the character teaser art I posted a while back! it will be focused on these two new characters and explaining the overall layout of DOTD's worldbuilding!

Stay tuned! | Bizmuth's Workshop '24

#TDOTD #chapter story #art wip #trending #chapter 2 #chapter 2 is up!#original charact #funny shit #ha ha funny #gay men or some shit

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pvrkacciosan · 8 months ago

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The Heart of the Lioness: ☽⋆31⋆☾

Day for the Dead

The Heart of the Lioness Masterlist

Previous Part

☽ -Doranelle, Camp two days before- ☾

Armed with nothing more then her sweet smile and secrets Brielle strode straight through the camp surrounding the city walls.

"You sure this is going to work?" Connall was taking relaxed strides to stay at her side, hands stuffed into the warmth in the pockets of the breeches he wore.

"Nope." She popped the 'p' with all the enthusiasm she willed herself to have in hopes it may salvage some of her sanity.

Connall looked almost perplexed at the mere sound of her amusements. "If you don't believe this will work, why are we doing it?" His expression contorted as his brow pinched

Brielle wouldn't stop to answer him. Just kept walking unable to hide the excitement in her grin. Despite her efforts to get ahead she couldn't get away from him, his longer legs and strides making an easy task of the distance she covered with extra effort.

"Eh.. Because why not?" She allowed herself to relax. This was going to work, It had to.

"Maeve might kill us if she finds out about this" The lack of enthusiasm in his tone struck her. It was that fact that so often parted him from his brother, Brielle sighed heavily at the memory of her mate, her powers prickling at the rage she fought to keep contained.

"All the more reason to" Conall was watching, ready to meet her stare when she looked back at him to speak, They both strolled around a group of soldiers that were playing a card game atop an old wooden ale barrel.

The pair fell into a comfortable silence making their way to the camps central war tent. The captains often held their meetings within. The perfect place for a female to stir up shit and create devilish amount of pure unhinged chaos. The best sort in her opinion.

Flashing a warm smile at Connall, she could sense his attention lingering on her face, pulling away she moved to the entrance of the meeting tent.

Throwing back the material door, Brielle slowed her approach whistling lowly. The inside of the tent was huge and as warm as the air outside. A large round table sat in its centre atop a raised platform. It was at this table the Captains of Maeve's army now sat. A perfect sort of peaceful she relished to destroy.

Brielle moved. Conall following her towards the table. An innocent smile plastered her lips, or at least the most innocent smile she could muster.

The group of captains frowned at her approach flowing up the steps with all the grace a fae female possessed, moving around the platform Brielle turned sightly, gesturing for her mates brother to follow.

"We didn't request any of her majesty's Commanders to this meeting." Brielle narrowed her eyes on the group, noting how some of them winced at his words. Not that many of Maeve's Cadre of warriors remained, many of them lost to a foreign queen.

"I think my presence will prove vital to this meeting."

"I'm not so sure we can agree on that... Commander "

That voice. Brielle tried to not let is grate her nerves, Turning she rested her full attention on the smirking Lord Zakurio.

He stayed unmoving a image of Captains's prowess, Captain Zakurio had been one of the first captains to face her that night before the beach, amongst Maeve's armada. Before the queen had found her and Vera on those ships, persuading the captains to fight against their loyalties to Maeve. Before Maeve had encased Aelin inside that metal box.

Her power rose to the surfaces, tightening her skin in response of those memories. Brushing her sweat slicked palms off on her thigh, Brielle met Zakurio's gaze across the table, he shifted as the thrum of her magic warmed the air, a wild feral thing puling at the leash to be released.

It wasn't just the one captain that moved, half of the table sat straighter, eyeing the female before them passing wary glances to one another. Brielle maintained the stagnant attention to Zakurio.

Connall shuffled forward half a step to softly brush a hand along Brielle's arm. Tried to conceal the expression of worry creasing his brow, Understood the important of hiding such weakness from these people.

Brielle had already told her mates brother everything, from the fights in the marshes all the way to the coast where the blood oaths were ripped from their souls. An aching that despite her distain for the bond left her feeling astoundingly empty.

She felt the featherlight touch of Connall's knuckles, he soothed it down the skin above her elbow. She tethered herself to the sensation, the touch, a lifeline of rope wrapped tightly around her torso to ground her in this meeting.

As Connall swirled a finger against the skin, Brielle's breath hitched. It was a comfort that Fenrys had adapted to using for years, subtly letting her become aware of his presence, Rolling both shoulders back with a sigh, Brielle pushed away Connall's touch.

She heard him shuffled back away from her and couldn't pass a look to him, but from the corner of her eyes she saw him bow his head in silence, standing behind her still

Pulling out a chair she slid her body into the empty space at the table. Glancing around and could only hope the vacated seats were once warmed by the captains she had successfully managed to convert that night. Hope filled her chest, perhaps it wasn't all for nothing.

And by the expression now souring Zakurio's face, Brielle knew she was right. Some of those captains had followed through with her words, whether out of blackmail or perhaps they too hoped and wished for a better world; she couldn't bring herself to ponder it.

Connall stayed stationary behind the chair she had occupied, the ever silent watcher.

Once relaxed into her position at the meeting, Brielle fed into the resting silence, casting an expecting look across the table to the Captains that warily sat. They should ignore her presence, should convene as they normally would. It was clear that whatever unease her presence had brought had made them hesitate, her delighted smile made many of them unfocused and fumbling to regrasp the point of this gathering.

She sat listening, playing into the act of a bored female, picking at the jagged edge of her nail. Making sure to look as though she wasn't paying that much attention, her appointed disinterest seemed to ease them enough to start talking about solider numbers, positioning and training strategies.

Despite her uninvolved demeanor she took everything in, despite the captains subtly censoring each answer then provided, some being met with silence entirely. Perhaps Brielle should be giving them more credit then they were worth, the intelligence to not mention key fact unknowingly to the leader of the Pride.

The meeting was quieting down with many of the Captains relaxing in Brielle's presence, silent across the table; A fools mistake.

For the near three hours that they worked through information Captain Zakurio had sat glowering at Brielle. Some demented part of her wanted to blow a kiss in his direction, her amused smile at the image it ignited in her mind seemed to do the trick well enough.

Even now some thirty minutes on from then, the Captain did once not let up on his staring.

"Is there something you wish to say to me Captain. Beyond complimenting my good looks?" Her words pierced through the conversation that had already began to blanket the group. "You haven't stopped staring at me since my arrival." She spoke the facts as plain and simple as they were.

Zakurio's stare darkened with anger, rising from the chair "You wench-"

Brielle leaned backwards the chair groaning, the sound drew every pair of eyes in the room to her. "I'd be careful. Captain, otherwise we might have to give a demonstration to your fellow males of how you kneeled for me the last time we spoke ."

The insinuation would rip into his ego and she knew it, and she would keep clawing away until she got what she needed from these males. There was a muffled choke of laughter behind her and the others around seemed to hide their own amusement. Zakurio glanced around as though he now saw the judgment on the expressions, judging a male for so easily crumbling to the wills of a female.

With a flick of her wrist, Zakurio lowered himself, bowing to the snickering of the others around him. His expression only got darker the more the air filled with his humiliation.

"Now. I lied before." Brielle rose up, Connall pulling the chair out for her. She thanked him with a nod, his eyes shining with excitement as she prowled.

Standing above these males would allow her the power and intimidation to get her point across. For she understood the power of gaining their attention, no full blooded fae male would give up his position so easily. Never submitting to a female. She would make them, whether they fought fangs and nails all the way.

"I do want something from this meeting." She picked at a nail, ignoring the stare of just any one captain,

"If you think we will commit treason for your cause you're wrong." Zakurio's tone and smirk mirrors her own, on a level that would have made her stomach plummet. Brielle could detect the amusement in his own voice, believing he had finally won the upper hand.

"I already told them of your deceptions." Despite his words, many of the Captains continued to watch her. Not giving Zakurio a second glance.

"Well then I'm rather grateful, that will shorten my whole speech." Brielle tapped a hand to the base of her neck, "My throat is rather sore this morning, I can spare my breath."

"Sucking too many males off in your free time Commander?" The Captain sneered, leveling his attention at her. Brielle stilled her movement around the table, those other eyes following his.

"Yes." she met his stare, unblinking with conviction, "In fact, Your father was quite delighted to indulge me last night."

His nostrils flared. Enraged as the threw himself forward to leap from the chair the Captains on either side of his position, grabbed for his arm and yanked Zakurio to sit back into the seat.

"If you can't act your age Zakurio, we can always continue without you" A male from two seats down spoke directing a pointed glare to the other captain.

"Thank you" Brielle made sure to warm his blood with a slither of her magic, shallow enough so they wouldn't notice, enticing those willing to pay full attention.

"Now as I'm sure he has informed you all so kindly of how this works. Let's just get right to it"

"How do we know the information you have is true?" A light haired captain from the further end of the table muttered in a low, unsure of his own words or perhaps where they might get him.

"I'm so glad you would ask." Brielle gave a soft nod to Connall who slipped from the room without the Captains noticing, a benefit of having a silent presence, an invisible that often people didn't give two thoughts to. She snagged a glass from the table, lifting it to her lips "Because I sourced the information from outwith my own units."

Swallowing a gulp from the glass, she let it settle in her stomach before filling the silence once more, "I contacted the Pride a number of weeks ago. I'm sure you are all aware of their particular affinity for secrets. If you think I can't get to your families and connections you're wrong. I would hunt everyone you love after revealing your secrets until you are the only ones left and I'll let those secrets take you to the ground."

"Enough with the empty threats commander, What do you want from us?"

Her entire presence stilled. A predator calculating, Death planning her next victim. Empty threats; the thought almost made her laugh.

"You see. I don't really do threats" She pulled a dagger free, the one always tucked beneath her left breast, closest to her heart. The first gift from Fenrys with his initials and carvings etched into the hilt. She began to drag its edge along the expanse of the table. Some of the Captains were smart enough to shift so their hands no longer lay rested on the surface.

There was a scuffle outside the material door of the tent. A hushed noise of voices snagged the attention of the Captains, Brielle continued to circle them. Her footsteps being the only sound not drowned by the sounds beyond the thin walls.

Bound between curiosity and a predator, the captains eyes darted back and fourth between the door and Lioness.

"I only do promises" she raised her chin, stroking the pad of her finger across the blade, feeling the heat in its tip when it cut flesh. She met the gaze of a young captain, He barely looked older than settling age. He also looked about ready to piss himself at the site as Brielle sucked the blood from her own finger. Turning to continue her prowl around the table.

There was a sudden noise of a slap thrown and shouting outside the tent, a growing sound of chaos awakened in the air.

"I asked the Pride for help. They gave me all the information I needed." Many of them blinked in blind confusion, rising slowly as the screaming grew louder.

"VANCE!" A females panicked voice broke through the rising ruckus that thundered around the tent like a living storm.

Brielle smiled slowly as Captain Vance Brilloc leapt from his chair, large legs eating up the distance as he raced for the entrance way.

Slowly as though they too now recognised the voices outside the other captains began moving from the table. Ushering for the door. Until Brielle was the only one left in the meeting tent, Even Zakurio's face had gone a pale shade of ashen as he ran off the raised platform.

Brielle revelled in the sound as one by one the Captains bore witness to the display she had organised for them.

Connall pushed back into the tent, a splatter of blood coated his cheek, just below his eyes. Brielle squinted at it, not blood splatter she realised. But blood that bloomed from his own flesh. When she raised her brow in question, Connall shook his head eyes closing with a sigh.

"Did one of those females get a hit on you Connall?" Brielle couldn't even attempt to hide her amusement now,

"We will not speak of this." he folded his arms across his chest. Brielle's jaw fell open as she struggled to stifle a laugh.

"She did, didn't she?" Connall's response of a low grumble was cut off by the tent door flying open, Slapping him across the face.

Brielle hide her smile with her hand, she couldn't poke fun of her friend much longer once the first of the Captains stormed back through the tent. Turning her attention from Connall, she noticed as he shifted to wipe the blood away from his face.

Second later more of the Captains began to flood back into the tent,

"Nice of you to all rejoin this meeting." She sucked her tongue against her own teeth, "It is quite rude to abandon one whilst its in the middle of convening"

"You bitch. Let them go. Now" The barking orders of a male excited the very lineage of her blood. The exhilaration that flooded her at riling them up never failed for amusement. Brielle often did the same to Gavriel and had done so to their other brothers and father before they left their family.

"Empty threats, remember?" Brielle knew the display outside was anything but that. "Why don't you all sit?" She brushed her body to the side, Gesturing with one arm to the table at her back.

Obediently many of them moved to retake their seats around the table, others made quick work of collecting the furniture that had been thrown from the platform when they had bucked from their places in such a haste.

"Now.." She clasped her hands together in picture perfect diligence.

"Just let them go." A captain growled, his frame was stocky and well built. Years of Muscles packed anew atop itself. His elbows rested on the table top, fists clenching and unclenching.

"Let who go?" Brielle blinked innocently to meet their stares across the table-front, holding each stare for at least a second to spy that anger and panic in them, not that she couldn't already scent the change.

"Don't play dumb, Our mates, mothers, sisters and wives" He could have easily just said their biggest weaknesses for shorter terms.

"Ah, yes." Brielle tapped a finger to her temple, Contemplating their requests. "No."

The ripple of low sounds reverberated from their chest made the hairs arise on the back of her neck. A reminder that these were no mere mortal human men. Many were full blooded raw Fae males, who's biggest weakens was just dangled in front of them like a beast to a slab of meat. By a female no less. It was their nature to protect their mates, and she had so easily gotten to them, A females friendly pleasantries to one another often did go a long way.

Perhaps it was the only shred of guilt she now beheld, those females outside had given her so much trust. A lifelong mistake they shall never forget from this day going forward. It was a lesson Brielle herself had to learn and learnt it she had, the fucking hard way. It had lost her a friend- a sister.

Connall moved into the side of her peripheral view, Breaking through the ever barreling thoughts and memories that fought their way to the surface. The way he stood was beckoning for her attention but she couldn't give him what he sought. For she had put herself in the wolves den and couldn't afford to look away, not even for a second.

"Just tell us what you want." There was an essence of defeat on this males face, that was so inheritably familiar to her that Brielle almost let her resolve slip. Gripping tightly with the grit of her teeth she sighed deeply. She could so easily recognise that bleeding pain on his expression, it was the type that hammered down on your every sense. A battering ram of force that often left oneself blindly grasping for any lifeline. A blazing panic which Brielle herself had battled since being brought back to Doranelle. Waking in cold sweats with memories and images of Fenrys plaguing her every thought.

"What I want is for you all to do nothing. Pay no attention, turn a blind eye. If you interfere you will see just how 'empty' my threats can become"

The group shifted nervously at the thrum of her magic which swirled and slithered towards the door where the sounds of their loves ones drew quiet.

"I have the Pride as an ally now. You do anything to break this agreement and your secrets and lives will become fair game."

These males would possible never find out just how much of an ally the Pride was to her,Her savour and very reason to keep going. Didn't know they harboured its leader in this very tent where they all shared breath.

"Done." Zakurio was the first to agree, Brielle tried everything in her to not gape at his outward extended hand, which shook slightly in mid air.

Clasping it tightly Brielle shook it. Once her grip loosened, Zakurio nodded once and crept from the tent. Reeling her magic back in, Brielle released the females from her death grip, at the sound of their movement outside, the Captains began to retreat back outside.

Once more she was left alone with Connall. Sighing deeply Brielle turned to face him, peeling the mask she wore off.

"It would have been wrong to kill all of them."

Brielle for once didn't feed into this silence, blinking at Connall.

"There might have been other ways to persuade them." He sounded optimistic. Oh how the tables had turned. At the beginning of this meeting she had been the enthusiastic one out of them both,

"The only people those males would willingly bend their knees for is the females in their lives, I would do whatever necessary." There was no lie in her voice, she had no reason to.

Stalking down from the platform on slow steps, Offering Connall a soft smile.

"I still think you would have thought of something else." He was right. Within time Brielle would have came up with something else. But she was running out of options and a cornered animal only had so many instincts. Flight or fight. And with limited time, She knew what had to be done.

Stalking past him, Brielle threw a final retort over her shoulder,

"You be moral, I'll be realistic"

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☽ -Doranelle, Present time- ☾

Connall thrashed forward in Isaiah's hold, widened eyes watching Cairn stalk closer to Brielle still frozen by the door. She kept her eyes trained on the battle reports in the males hands, gaze darting to see the piles throw across the floorboards.

"Don't touch her!" Cairn ignored Connall's pleading. Her friend jerked his shoulders trying effortlessly to dislodge the other males hold on him.

Brielle's gaze snapped to Connall, Isaiah had yanked back his head, exposing more of his throat to the edge of his knife, the air stuttered from her chest when he pushed in further into Connall's throat. An ache snowballing in her chest. Watching Isaiah. It didn't get any easier seeing him this way— feeling at fault. Heart hammering faster Brielle blinked her attention back to the male before her.

Cairn was assessing her, circling slowly, Brielle forced the air to flow through her, tumbling down into herself she pulled a shell of power to coat her skin.

"I've informed her majesty of your. . ." Cairn took a quiet second to scan the document in hand "Sneaking around." His head dipped to her own, "Your deceptions." Goose skin rippled, He rounded to be before her once more. Magic thrummed beneath every inch of her skin, Brielle couldn't move. Fearful he might sense that dreg of power.

"It's not uncommon for Commanders to review battle reports" Her words were clear, but she fought to keep her tone steady. It only took half a step for Cairn to be a breath from her,

"I outrank you." A smile graced his features, a smugness she could only assume he had been waiting decades to wield, "You command nothing. You are nothing."

She lifted her gaze to meet his own from beneath the shadow of her lashes, voice a low whisper, loud enough for him to hear her unrivaled conviction. "I am more then you will ever be."

Brielle flinches as she caught the movement of his hand swinging up to grab her, she feels the brush of his fingertips, Cairn swore beneath his breath reeling his hand backwards, clasping it as though her touch had burned him.

An expression of horror plagued him, Brielle froze as Isaiah and Connall drew quiet breaths bodies gone deathly still behind them. Cairn glared down at the searing flesh on his palm, nostril flaring. He must of caught the scent of her magic

Brielle fought to keep herself still, "Do not touch me." She allowed that shell of magic to ripple around her, a barrier, Cairn's lip had pulled back over his teeth, eyes darkened when he looked up in her direction.

She hadn't expected the next hit until her head snapped to the other side, Pain launched through her, blooming from where the backside of Cairn's hand collided with her cheek. He stepped closer, dangerously close. Cautious to not touch any other part of her.

His voice was feral with a predatory hiss, "I am the Commander here. I do as I please!"

She spat the blood from her mouth, rising she schooled her features into neutrality.

Cairn had backed up a step, smirking, "Let's go to the cells."

She couldn't bring herself to move, some voice screaming in her head. Brielle knew what awaited her down the stairs. That dark cold room, if only she closed her eyes she could still feel the cool breeze that had graced across her cheek. The scars on her skin began to itch across every mile of her body.

There was a low hiss, Brielle turned to watch Isaiah draw the dagger closer to Connall's throat. She balled a fist at her side, to stop them from shaking. She couldn't lose Connall not when he had become the only thing tethering her sanity to her own mind.

Wordlessly she took a step to follow Cairn. Brielle ignored all sights and sounds as they moved from the sleeping quarters to the steps that led down deep into the earth below the castle.

Cairn led her down that stairwell now, keys jangling when he rounded that last corner. Apprehension could have snapped her bones and when that door opened Brielle almost wept.

Fenrys lifted his head off his paw, He was blinking quickly at Brielle, Her vision was so blurry, she couldn't count or translate what he was trying to tell her in the unspoken form of communication.

As Cairn ventured further in Brielle slowed stopping her stride short in the centre of the room. It was pure darkness surrounding them and it took a second for her heart to stop jack-hammering and calm enough to allow her vision to adjust. The shadows surrounding them watched their every move.

When the door slammed shut behind them, Brielle spun eyes following the shadows, Fenrys was still laid beside the frame of the door, his usually pristine coat turned a dull off white. A layer of dust and grim covering him. It was a blessing Conall and Isaiah hadn't followed them into the room, she couldn't allow them to see the expression on her face splinter at the sight of her mate, eyes near breaking at the sight of her, that closeness and still so much distance lay between them.

There was a breeze coming in from under the door, it blew around her ankles. The cold climbing the very bones inside her. It was a grounding she was grateful for as Cairn stepped away.

Chains rattled from the wall at the far offside of the room, Brielle allowed a sidelong glance at Vera. Her friend's usually healthy curved body had become a shell of its former self, shadows filled the newly formed hollows of her eyes. Cheeks sunken and skin tired.

Despite all she had endured, Cairn had been unable to break that burning look of hope in Vera's eye. It was with sorrow and that same hope that she now looked to her commander, Forever ready to follow. A fatal fault of each member of the Pride.

Brielle slowly breathed around the lump in her chest, She couldn't rip her attention from her spy laying on that cold stone floor, chained alone on that side of the room not a hint of that alive energy that so often thrummed through her like an extra pulse. Cairn grew closer but Brielle locked eyes with her friend one final time, her magic began to swell as her throat tightened clamping around the emotion that caused the tears to prick the edges of her vision.

A sudden otherworldly anger began to bubble, the heat and roar of its presence grew louder the longer she watched Vera. Slowly turning her attention to Cairn,

Having turned around Cairn grew oblivious to the burning rage that now course through her, unable to bear witness to the expression on her face, an expression that had Vera shooting a panicked look to the wolf by the door, the wolf twitched in his place, a low whin building within him, a pleading.

Brielle caught the plead within the sound, a begging for his mate to think rationally.

Every bit of sense in her was fraying. How easy it would be to end Cairn now and free them. It was a temptation that was slowly winning the fight for her resolve and reasoning. Damning all the consequences Brielle tumbled into her power dragging every drop she could to the surface.

She went further

further...

Until..

A sickening feeling dropped in her stomach like rocks. A form of barrier stopped her from reaching any further, the remainder of that power inches from her hand yet dormant to her touch.

Cairn stayed standing with his back to her, "One might have though the Great Lioness might have been able to detect the Iron shavings in her food." He didn't move beyond continuing to inspect the array of tools laid across that velvet piece of cloth.

The realisation crashed into the silence of the cell. By putting doses of iron into her food. He would be limiting the access she had to that power.

As though it had its own sentient mind, she could feel the pressure of that remaining power pushed against the other side of that shield, fighting to meet her at the surface. It didn't break through.

Cairn had continued to smile when Brielle leveled her glare at him. He was beside that stone coffin now, pivoting on one foot to lean a shoulder into it. The breath stuttered from her as he began to unlatched the locks, each one falling away with a clatter.

Even Vera's failing figure shifted from the wall when Cairn dragged the body out from within. The iron gauntlet wrapping Aelin's hands hit the stone first, the sound reverberated across the room and walls around them.

Brielle could hear Aelin's panting breath as it blew through the gaps of the mask. The iron mask which they had clamped across her face. That diminishing pool of power within her bubbled as Aelin finally glanced up.

The Queen of Terrasen. Rowan's mate — her brother's mate. Aelin. Her friend was kneeling at her feet no better then a common dog kicked across the street.

She couldn't.

Cairn stopped behind her now, watching Aelin over Brielle's shoulder with an eery fascination.

"Now, kitty" She resisted the urge to reel her fist back into his face. He moved brushing a finger down the outer side of her arm. Stopping at her wrist to draw her hand up, palm facing Aelin. Who's breathing began to rapidly rise.

A sob broke through from deep in her own chest, she could have startled at the sound, unsure of where it had come from had it not been couples with a whimper from Aelin. Balling her fist she tied to rip her hand free, refusing to yield as Cairn's nail bit into her wrist.

"It's simple." Cairn whispered the words into the shell of her ear. The tears were warm as they slide down her cheeks. Trying to recoil away from his body he held firm. Leaning closer still the more force she put into pulling away.

"You do this or the girl dies" She couldn't focus through the roaring. Her body had begun to shake, Vera was crying from the other side as Cairn's stare settled on her. The spy huddles into herself as his attention racked every inch of her.

Cairn noticed Brielle stare now on her spy, "You don't have enough power to heal her as well, I will kill her" his taunt was clear, full of venom and content to do just what his words promised.

She slide her attention back to Aelin. Cairn jerked her body closer after a second where the world stood still. Aelin had begun crying softly, nodding to the Lioness, understanding the situation to an otherworldly extent.

Out of nothing but sheer respect for the female before her, Brielle would refuse to adorn the mask of the lioness. Condemning her soul to this shredding however much it would rip from her. She was going to endure every second of this suffering with Aelin. She needed to remember every second of this pain. Her decision. A fucking losing battle. A cage of her own making.

"Please forgive me" She whispered the words to herself. To Aelin. To Rowan and to any god who might still be listening.

Letting that little amount of power reign free. Focussing it towards Aelin. It was slow moving and pure pain. Nothing specific, just pain. Muscle contracting, nerve burning pain.

Through the iron mask Aelin screamed, Brielle braced swallowing each of her screams with an agonising amount of guilt. The queen's whole body arched into the scream, her voice already raw.

Brielle winced, each time that head splitting noise cracked through Aelin. There really wasn't a lot of magic in her reserve, she could feel Cairn smirking, relishing in the sight and sound of the queen's pain. A form of torture he himself had never managed to achieve with such ease.

Forgive me

A voice had been repeating the mantra in her head, a broken loop that drilled its very essence into her mind. She must had nicked a particular nerve as Aelin's screaming peaked, her voice giving up and cracking half way through the sound. She would have been better setting her own power against herself as Brielle felt her resolve snap.

Fuck this.

Retracting all the magic at once and rallying it to herself, Brielle ripped her body forward in one movement. Cairn staggered his own balance thrown from its axis at the shift in weight.

Turning with all that wilting power she had left Brielle slammed what remained straight into Cairn.

If there was any gods still listening Brielle prayed they were somewhere, bearing witness as she clawed a scream from the male's throat, The power within reigning free, wild and strong rallying behind her rage, packing its full might into ripping the male in two.

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